Rain gives birth to hundreds of grains, aquatic life to all things. Since childhood, I have loved to run and play in the rain, and the rain is a godsend. Old, I am still willing to hold up an umbrella and watch the valley rain flowers in the drizzle...
——Inscription/Li Wubing
‖ In spring, I always miss the rain in my hometown
Don't know why
This spring, I always miss the rain in my hometown
I miss that intimate feeling
Threads of silk drawn from the clouds
There is the softness and love of the water
Can be embroidered into colorful flowers on the ground
Peach blossoms in the rain, apricot blossoms
Broad bean blossoms in the rain, pea flowers
Vegetable leaves, leaves and blades of grass in the rain
All bright and intoxicating
Sometimes I really want to pluck a branch and insert it in a water bottle
Decorate the countryside life
As a child, I did not know what it meant to chew on poverty
Don't care about patches embellished on your shirt
In the rain, barefoot
Step on the splash of excitement
carefree
Chase catfish that sneak into the ditch
A night of torrential rain beats drums
Motivate them to go upstream
Come from the lake and play with us
Even if caught in a fishing basket
They're still bouncing around
Satisfy the joy of childlike harvesting
Leaves in the rain
Greedily collect crystalline water droplets
They are always tricked by the wind
Waddled
Roll into tinkling music
Wet winged dragonfly
Fall on the bucket and don't go
Occasionally, a magpie rests on its horns
Vivid eyes
Want to find someone to talk to
I sat on the back of the cow
Never lonely
Don't know why
This spring, I always think of the rain in my hometown
Those days of not knowing sorrow
It's a lot to write in poetry
Nostalgia for giving alms with rain
Teach me to chant for a lifetime
‖ Hatch my spring in the baking basket
Spring is not just the leaves and flowers of plants
There is also such a large clay oven
Lay out the grass, not for warmth
It makes a nest for hens to hatch chicks
Every day, my mother would observe the yellow hens who were obsessed with incubating eggs
Its fluffy wings propped open the safety umbrella
It will hatch for a spring
I also enjoyed watching that yellow hen
Its serene demeanor is a quality
Shi Er tilted his head sideways to show a calm demeanor
Shir'er's eyes widened warily
It's proud and responsible
Make a shallow crown
Focused redness
When the chicken baby pecks through the confinement of the eggshell
Rolling out the sound of spring all over the ground
Twittering, twittering calls are dense
With the surprise of seeing the world for the first time
The wicker outside the door hangs down with green braids
The tadpoles in the pond wag their little black tails
Peach blossoms open the dresser one by one
Rejoice and dress up as the color of the bride
I remember it every year
The day when the chicken baby arches out of the baking cage
Spring in my hometown is here
‖ Wild garlic, flowers bloom in dreams
I can't forget the taste of wild garlic fried river prawns
I can't forget the taste of scrambled eggs with wild garlic
As long as there are wild garlic wrapped around Mom's spatula
The kitchen was full of fragrance
My chicken coop is placed in the kitchen west gate
The chickens smell the aroma of wild garlic
It will also flap its wings with excitement
"Cluck, cluck, cluck," he shouted
Half a century away from home
Wild garlic is so hungry that its flowers bloom in dreams
At this time, you will remember the purple flowers sung by the nursery rhyme
Its spherical appearance resembles the melon skin hat worn as a child
In the spring of March, wild garlic is picked in the wheat field
Ma Li's movements were no worse than those of his sister
In the years of famine mixed with chaff and rice
Wild garlic is a delicacy on the dinner table
Wild garlic growing on the homeland
With a smile from my mother
Still in the dream
lush
‖ turned over the white grass and touched the taste of childhood
Some have touched the weeds of childhood taste
Even if it has been sleeping in the depths of memory for decades
Old, that taste
They will also choose the opportunity to wake up
For example, turning white grass - chicken leg root
It has several names
Not dead in my heart
Turn over the front of the grass to get the grace of the sun
Green as cypress leaves in the snow
The back lacks the warmth of daylight
Blood loss-like paleness
There was a wind blowing
It will dare to turn the tables and seek redress
No more silence, along with the sound of the wind
Call my eyes
At the moment, I am walking on the grassy slopes of the village
Turning white grass will catch my eye
There were no strawberries here at that time
Spot a turning white grass
A surprise will arise in your heart
Even if it's not a day when it's hard to eat
Grass roots can relieve hunger
‖ Snakeberry, the name awakened my dreams
By the pond in front of the village
In the shallow grass of the village
Under the fence of the vegetable garden
As a child, I almost went everywhere
You can see wild fruits called snakeberries
Its red shiny little face
Exceptionally eye-catching and beautiful
Snakeberry that lures glowing eyes
Hungry to lick its snakeberry with its eyes
Because of a "snake" word
Woke up from childhood dreams
Let my fingers dare not touch it
The old man said it was snake food
The moist color is the venom left by the snake's saliva
Snakeberries turn into forbidden fruits in the village
Stay until the age of ancient rarity to take care of homesickness
Look for deep, shallow footprints from childhood
Only to know the medicinal food of snake berries
The taste, flipping around in the sense of taste
It's hard to chew out what it felt like back then
Li Wubing Profile:
Formerly known as Li Wubin, former creator of the Railway Soldier Literary and Art Creation Group, member of the Chinese Writers Association, member of the Chinese Essay Literature Society, director of the Chinese Modern Gelug Poetry Society, he has published more than a thousand poems in newspapers and periodicals such as People's Daily, People's Liberation Army Daily, Guangming Daily, Xinhua Digest, People's Literature, Poetry Journal, and People's Liberation Army Literature and Art, and authored poems such as "March Pear Blossom Fly", "Nostalgia Love", "Treasure Collection", "Blue Love", "Kiss of Love", "Selected Lyric Poems of Li Wubing" (upper and lower volumes), prose collection "Sunbird", long-form documentary literature Children of Nature" and others.