The moon on the 15th got lost, and the mountain people explained that it went to a relative's house and drank too much.

Poems on Hometown

Text: Chen Xiaoman (edited and arranged by Wang Mingjian)

Brothers in the Dragon House

More than 3 brothers are sitting in a big circle

They are drinking rice wine brewed by mountain spring water and peasant rice

This is a strong white wine that nourishes them and can light a fire

The moon in the mountains. Peeking at the white wine on the branches outside the wooden window

makes people confused and real

Some big men cry like dolls

It's not easy for rivers and lakes in the city

The years in the mountains are quiet

Some brothers have to leave again

The city is full of people. But there are no brothers in the city.

People in the city can't drink such pure and fragrant white wine.

The brothers left behind continue to drink. Continue to cry

Fortunately, there is a place where you can get drunk

There is also a place where you can cry

Fortunately, there is the blessing of the bright moon

and the spring water bypasses the door

Fortunately, there is also a hometown surrounded by dragon houses

and brothers surrounded by dragon houses

Only on August 15th

every year can you have a reliable and lively trip.

This round of Mid-Autumn Moon

according to the descendants of the dragon house people who are foraging in the city

makes the stepping stones and pioneers of this group of cities

brighter. Warm up

Spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in the mountains

Mountain people put fruit under the eaves and worship the moon

Invite the moon on August 15th to come down to earth

Enjoy the autumn fruit

Wait until midnight. There is no shadow of the moon either

Mountain people will not be disappointed

Don't ask God why

They ate moon cakes and spent the Mid-Autumn Festival happily

People who came back from the city stamped their feet all night in the night sky without the moon

Mountain people don't understand city people

Asked, Can't the moon come out

Is it your turn to take care of this

City people think that the moon on August 15th is the roundest and brightest in a year

There must be a moon on August 15th

Mountain people think that the moon on August 15th is

free to enter and leave the world

The moon on August 15th is lost. The mountaineer explained that

it went to a relative's house and got drunk.

The mountaineer and the moon were always at peace.

The moon on the 16th stood on the hill early.

It was so cocky that it was horribly white.

The courtyard in my hometown. Dreams start from here

one scene and one thing cross the mountains

to find me in the city where I feed, and haunt me

to leave my hometown for 3 years. I have never grown up

Every time I open the courtyard door

I immediately become a child

My parents who opened the door for me

have suddenly grown old

I love being under the osmanthus tree. Search one's intestines and scrape one's stomach

Describe the world with difficulty

My old father sits next to me

Like a young father in childhood, he is silent and warm

He patiently looks after his daughter who is over half a century old

For example, he looks after the little girl who couldn't solve the equation in those days

His mother pumps well water and makes tea. Cooking

She is satisfied

Her daughter, who is writing an article, is sitting in the yard.

The sweet-scented osmanthus leaves without hesitation.

Some stamens fall in the teacups.

Some are like commas, and long sentences are cut off.

The lark takes off the broken chapters and sentences on the silver screen.

The rain in my hometown. Heroic as a brush

Alter neatly arranged paragraphs

I have to sew up the cracked words everywhere

I have been a stupid child all my life

I can't hand in a beautiful answer sheet

Castle Peak in my hometown, I'm full of poems

and I'm always shallow

not as full as a pine cone held by a squirrel

I'm afraid that my old father, who has been practicing medicine all his life,

will cut blood on my lame words with a scalpel

The distance of the mountain people

The mountain people are out of the door. Crossing the river

is far away

Mountain people don't need to be too far away

They will ask you

Are you far from the sun on the roof

Far from the moonlight in the foothills

Go out on dew

Come back in moonlight

Catch an episode. Going out to the county town

The people in the mountains are pragmatic and reliable

The things they bring back from a distance to live

The people in the mountains make fun of the people in the city

The distance by plane and rocket

It's an unreasonable distance

The people in the city come back from a distance

Empty-handed

It's a joke that they bring back mountains and rivers from a distance

. Mountain people say that

so many city people have been here

and they have never seen the landscape here

stolen

Mountain people still have another distance

that is, the back of the mountain

is near the foot. It's a long way to go

no return

Who said that the back of the mountain is not far away

Chronicle of the Mountain

The two old people who built the tile-roofed house

left the patio

and went to the city with flesh and blood

Who knows, They have been in town for so long.

At first, they said they were taking their grandson to kindergarten.

They were not at ease, so finish primary school.

Later, they waited until their grandson graduated from college.

When they finally felt at ease,

My son brought back some bones of the old man.

Now, The upper and lower rooms

have lived

swallows guarding the graves of the elderly all the year round

The old people have fallen leaves and returned to their roots, and they feel at ease

They are the descendants of the mountain people

They are in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of nowhere

-------------There is no place to stand a cone in the city

Swallows that thrive every year in the mountains

Grandma on the back of the mountain (1)

Last night, the wind came. The rain has come

so has grandma who was buried on the back of the mountain

Grandma came back riding a boar

leaving a row of zigzag footprints

There were a few orange wild fruits under the eaves this morning

Grandma exchanged wild fruits

for the excitement of the world

She wanted this group of children and grandchildren like migratory birds.

Stay in the ancient house in this mountain village

Grandma on the back of the mountain (2)

The ancient houses in the mountain village are sparsely populated

Grandma and her elders

haven't left yet

They are swaying in the dark corner

Sometimes they learn the language of birds

On the wooden window lattice, they call their children's names all night

. With black eyes

staring at the young people who appear in the house

full of colorful children and grandchildren

Some have changed their local accent, some have changed their nationality

Others have changed their skin color

The house that grandma built with her life in those years

The son doesn't want it. Grandchildren don't

Great-grandchildren can't find their way back to the village

Grandma who was buried twice

led her ancestors to return to the world

guarded this place

blessed her children and grandchildren

About the author: Chen Xiaoman, formerly known as Chen Yingxia. Member of Guangdong Writers Association, member of Chinese Poetry Society. Published a collection of poems and songs "Colorful Wind" and won the fifth Foshan Literature Award; The novel collection "The Woman Surrounding the Dragon House" won the 219 Foshan Literature and Art Boutique Creation Support Award; The novel also won the Sixth Foshan Literature Award in 22; In October, 22, he won the third Boao International Poetry Poet of the Year Award. He has published hundreds of poems, novels and other works in national professional literary journals, and his works have been selected into various anthologies such as China Contemporary Literature, Selected Poems of China's Love, China Modern Thousand Poems and Approaching Guangdong Poets.