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[Editor’s note]: Although the article is short, it writes the innocent thoughts of childhood. Maybe the words that are so deep in my heart have a rare feeling. Welcome to prose online, hoping to see the poet’s poems. When I was young, I lived in the countryside. That village is surrounded by a big river. Our friends often play on the beach by the river. There is a ferry on the river. Villagers often pass by the ferry or wash clothes on the cement wharf of the ferry. When we play, we always forget the time. Sometimes, it gets dark when playing. The wind around the water blows gently; The fog around the water rises steadily. Occasionally, I will hear acquaintances from the village call my name after passing the ferry: Poet Zheng, your mother calls you home for dinner! So I walked on the way home. The canal was clear and shallow, the path was curved and overgrown with weeds. Sometimes, the stars and the moon are printed on the water, just like the faint sky. I walked on my way home alone. When I got home, the meal was ready. My mother will ask me if I have finished my homework? I said it was done. My mother opened my exercise book and read them one by one. I just ate, holding my bowl and thinking about some little secrets in my heart. Later, I was admitted to a middle school in the county. I have left home since I was 13 years old and lived in school. Later, I was admitted to university and left my hometown. From then on, no one asked me to go home for dinner. I just make an appointment with my friends occasionally. When it is almost time, others will call to urge: Boss, hurry up, just wait for you. For so many years, I am free by myself. I can eat whenever I want. It is like a little beast walking alone on the wilderness of the world. Poet Zheng, what a simple sentence your mother told you to go home for dinner. It evokes my worries, childhood dreams, sunset by the river, faint grass and sweet treetops. All my innocence and all my love are there. [Editor in charge: Man Tree]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…