New Year’s Day
365 days a year
As the eldest son, your birth
universal celebration
It's like a bodhisattva is a clay body
He was coated with gold dust and worshipped
Because of your arrival, I have an extra day off
But you didn't once take root in my brain
The riverside at night is full of people
The fireworks glittered with silver and tore the night apart
Fragmented. Smoke wafted from my nostrils and
The throat runs and invades the lungs
The ground is covered with corpses lying with fireworks
and ashes. This scene took root in the brain
The so-called celebration has become crazy
There are sanitation workers who break the morning light
Angry sweat stains emerge from pores under undergarment
Winter osmanthus
Osmanthus has been my neighbor for many years
Her home is on the balcony side
Like a nun, focus on spiritual practice
Usually even sparrows are not provoked
The snow is also green
In autumn, the wind will be golden and fragrant
Delivered to the corners of the home
Even my dreams are dyed golden and sweet
Like a cantaloupe in autumn
Next to her was the side of the road where there was a lot of traffic
When receiving a pair of surprised eyes
She thanked her with a gentle gesture
She's not laurel, she's only open for autumn
Autumn is like a mature man
Yesterday Xiaohan, she was among the branches
There are a few pink and yellow flowers
Ignite the wonder of passers-by
There is no laurel bloodline and plum blossom genes
It should be the divine consciousness power she cultivated
Lo and behold, the sun and the wind passing by
Soft and gentle, like a gentle stroke with a hand
became a god
The top of the mountain in early winter
The pyramid-shaped Xiangshan Taoist view is full of auspicious light
A performance is taking place on the sidelines
The wandering immortals rushed back
The clouds are its vehicle
In an instant, the white mist churned halfway up the mountain
Separate the top of the mountain from the bottom of the mountain
Separate heaven from earth
The aura of the gods is like practicing around the mountainside
It was as if the circle drawn by the golden hoop stick sparkled
The sun also stopped
It's like a dream, in a fairyland
The performance is like taking place in the Heavenly Palace
Red men and green women have become immortals
A scene across the mountainside
It is the soaring clouds and fog of the fairy performance
It became the finale of the show
A cigarette cleared
It's like a fleeting daydream
Stepping back to the Taoist temple, the four gods are as kind as their own brothers
It's close at hand, and you don't have a chance to be a fairy
Chinese food is a meal made with mountain spring water
But the gods are full of flavor, and the gods treat us like relatives
I heard that there is moderate snow
The depths of winter are like a war
The cold snap was launched in waves
Freezing rain, snow seeds, snowflakes...... Nirvana
The previous wave of rain and snow was eight degrees below zero
It is not hidden in trees, in the soil, or in the crevices of the grass
The bugs are wiped out in large armies
Sunny day at noon
As war assessment specialists, you move away
When the stones are blocked, a nest of small spiders falls into the wilderness and flees
You push open the window of the balcony facing west
In the sun, swarms of fruit flies scattered
Remembering the good fruits, vegetables and crops of the year suffered
You ask the cold snap for a second wave
Weather forecast response: moderate snow on the 20th of this month
This time the firepower was even stronger
Relative fruits, vegetables and crops
Pests are evil, and evil sits big
It is God's dereliction of duty on earth
Medium snow gap-free coverage
Plus the combination of cold air
Pests will become organic fertilizer for crops
The Great Cold
When the cold collides with Sunday
When the cold snap howls like a flood
The day is like dusk
The lively sparrows and starlings are in the nest
Hunger, loneliness, endure it
Shivers are urgent
The cold is like Western medicine
When it flows through the capillary blood pores of the earth
Kill mosquitoes and flies pretty much the same
Side effects also affect bees and butterflies
The Great Cold passed like a soldier sweeping
Heaven and earth are like a supermarket that has fallen down
The doors are locked and the shelves are empty
Gray and hazy waiting for the spring girl to take over
After the snow
After the overwhelming snow
The clouds will let the sun out
The confined sun is like a serious illness
His face was as white as wax
Yes, he had a bad cold
The whole body is weak, and the snow streaks in all directions do not move at all
When I went to the West Mountain to rest
The moon rises right in the east
The sun and the moon shine together, but the world is white
The palace was also filled with snow
The cold air is curling
She looked affectionately at her beloved
Love has telepathy
At dusk, the West Mountain was burned red
One piece, and the clouds in the west were like the fire
The doll's face until the night closed the black curtain
The wandering immortals rushed back
The top of the mountain in early winter
The pyramid-shaped Xiangshan Taoist view is full of auspicious light
A performance is taking place on the sidelines
The wandering immortals rushed back
The clouds are its vehicle
In an instant, the white mist churned halfway up the mountain
Separate the top of the mountain from the bottom of the mountain
Separate heaven from earth
The aura of the gods is like a rainbow wrapping around the mountainside
It's like a circle drawn by Wukong's golden hoop stick
The sun also stopped
The performance is like taking place in the Heavenly Palace
Red men and green women have become immortals
A scene across the mountainside
It is the soaring clouds and fog of the fairy performance
It became the finale of the show
A cigarette cleared
It's like a fleeting daydream
Stepping back to the Taoist temple, the four gods are as kind as their own brothers
It's close at hand, and the mortal body has no chance of the fairy side
Chinese food is a meal made with mountain spring water
But the gods are full of flavor, and the gods treat us like neighbors
Remaining snow
A corner of the street leading to a vegetable market
There was actually a pile of black snow, like a tomb
When the snowflakes first arrived, they were called little fairies
Holy as jade. Life is hard to live in the vegetable field
The sisters of the whole road were gathered together
Since then, it has become the corpse of snow, piled together
All the snow rode home in the sun
Only this pile of snow is difficult to fall, and it is as filthy as ink
Pedestrians thought she was blocking the road and was sloppy
Throwing cigarette butts and spitting
The snowflakes were only shedding tears
The grave is shrinking day by day
In a place where the sun doesn't shine
In the dark and damp mezz
Until the last tear is dry
Like a girl in the novel who said goodbye to the world:
The world is not fun, never again
Remaining snow
The sun is pale after the snow
Like a person who has just recovered from a serious illness
Four or five days of labor
There are also sunny slopes, behind houses and bushes
The stars dotted with white shovels
Like a small white hair in black hair
Impacting the optic nerve of the person
That's the remnants of snow
Snow in the north of my hometown
Nostalgia for the South and reluctance to leave
Just like Grandma Liu took her grandson into the Grand View Garden
The sun was healed, and his face was ruddy
Piece by piece of sunlight is like golden feathers
Sparrows, starlings, turtledoves sing
Happiness is as old as the sun
Sunshine is like a barber
Cut off the remaining gray hairs on the earth's head
New Year's revelry
New Year's Village
It's like a sea of happiness
Everyone is a splash of the ocean
It is a fish that swims happily in the warm current
Each fish swims back from the deep sea
Hometown, welcome the arrival of the new spring
The ceremony of praying for blessings is as colorful as spring flowers
Fireworks burst into flames and set the sky ablaze
The silence of the past is filled with bustle
Wedding birthday, wandering gods, marrying a girl back to the village party
Ancestral halls, barning floors and halls
The banquet is full of wine, and it is time to make a plan
The air and the sun are sweeter
A smile bloomed on his face
The rape flowers that bloom earlier than the ground are fresh and showy
It's not just people who are happy
The chickens are happy, and the dogs are happy
They peck at the pork and sheep bones that are all over the ground
Like plankton benthic creatures in the ocean
I accidentally got choked into my stomach by a big fish
Unfortunately, there are no pigs in the countryside today
Otherwise, the pig will be happy, and it will be full of oil and water
The price of the is:
Sweaty banknotes
The roar is like the flow of water on the mountain in spring
After the Lantern Festival, the countryside returned to its former silence
A small village in the middle of nowhere, like a fishless offshore or even a dead sea
The peach and plum bloom lonely
The doors of one house after another were closed
Only the starlings were partying on the rooftop
Spring is deep, and it is their turn to be hot and broad
Author: Cui Weiqun, a native of Bailu Township, Chongren, Jiangxi, born in 1964, has been engaged in news reporting for many years, likes poetry since childhood, and has learned to write in the past two years.