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In this mountain township, I learned to call my mother

In this mountain township, I learned to call my mother
In this mountain township, I learned to call my mother

Moon and sun

The moon hung a lot of fruit on the blades of grass

Transparent, elliptical

The sun comes out first thing

It is to take away the fruit

The insects that have been crying in the grass all night are also by the sun

Picked together

If you look closely, there are many things planted by the moon

Like the earthworm wriggling in the middle of the road, the wild cat

Led out a litter of cats

Lao Li had a heart attack in the middle of the night

Oh, the second thing the sun does when it comes out, that's it

Took away the old Li head

Return

In this mountain township, I learned to call my mother and scold my mother

Like the village woman, with all kinds of vicious words

Cursing the ugliness of the poor nest

It doesn't rain, the wheat doesn't joint, and the pigs don't get fat

It's all a reason to swear

Vocabulary, like loess, is everywhere

What a starving ghost in Midi Bay, the illegitimate son of Agate Valley

What is not harvested in the sky, and what is not raised in the earth

Hometown owes me a period of happiness and 17 years of full food

I still owe a father and a brother

- They were forced away from their homeland and never returned

Decades and years away from the mountain country, like strong hydrochloric acid

Dissolves the coldness of iron

Deep and shallow dreams, betraying all spells

Thousands of miles of night road, the same as exile

Take me, over and over again

Return

forgive

Silkworms, which eventually grow wings and bones

And the bones in my heart gradually melted into the wind and frost

More and more I have to be flat, I can't see weakness, I can't see blood

Give breakfast to a stray dog, I can't see it

Look at my mouth and wag my tail

Sprinkle the rice on the windowsill and leave it for the pigeons and sparrows

It's the wings that make them higher than humans

Now, I really want to forgive all my enemies

Including time, this invisible knife

Including the years, this hand that handles the knife

Forgive everything, and there is no enemy in the world

For the rest of the time, I just want to sit down and see the snow-capped mountains in the distance

It's an old man with a softer heart than I am

The winds of Siberia have long been forgiven, and

Human strife. Full of gray hair

Sit and not melt

Author: Ma Weiju, male, from Huining, Gansu Province, living in Beijing. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and the China Railway Writers Association. He has written more than 1,000 poems, some of which have been published in hundreds of publications such as "Poetry Magazine", "Poetry Monthly", "China Railway Literature and Art", "Ginseng Flower", "Green Wind", "Star" and "Selected Poems", and have been selected into a variety of anthologies. Published poetry collections "Gap" and "Deep Snow".

Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet

In this mountain township, I learned to call my mother

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