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Cooking smoke is another call of mothers

author:Reading Sleep Poetry Society
Cooking smoke is another call of mothers
Cooking smoke is another call of mothers

I love you

I still have the vastness of a blade of grass

Every hazy morning

Waiting for you, waiting for you to put all the good

Condensed into crystal

And then, on my narrow chest

Slow, slow scrolling

Seventeen years old

The hillsides are green

The calf rubbed against its mother

The old cow is facing the sunset

The eagle hovers low at altitude

Distant mountains are shrouded in clouds

Cooking smoke is another call from the mother

One evening when I was seventeen

The aftermath of a bird flapping its wings

Still intriguing

Imaginary

Sheep are grazing clouds on the slopes

The dog tries to break free from the chains

I didn't go to the field with the ploughing ox

Single-minded revision

Grind me the verb for the night

Colorful clouds on the horizon

Who gave you so much courage

Let me do with you

Floated all afternoon

look for

Cut out the redundancy

Put the rest of the greed

Give back a tree of flowers, and a courtyard is empty

It's time to be as light as a swallow

From then on, fly low

啄春泥

look for

One village, one roof

There are so many after all

Empty and empty

There are so many after all

Drizzle and slanting winds

Allow me

Lixia

Don't believe it, start summer

My snowy mountains are drifting with snow

Don't believe it, I'm rummaging through the cabinets

Look for the figure of down

It's summer, I need it

You make me bloated

The man who counts the stars

The man who counts the stars

No more young

He doesn't care what others think of him

Gazetted starry sky

Let's go one star at a time

Hang in the corner of your eye

Island

bustling streets

Heads held high

Multi-Statue

Island by island

acquaintance

It's another across the strait

Author: He Shiqi, a native of Naxi, Lijiang, Yunnan, likes poetry and uses simple language to express ordinary days.

Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet

Cooking smoke is another call of mothers

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