Poet: Wang XuSheng
1 farming
After coming out from the teacher
He has a soft spot for farmers
He raised his bullwhip does not play clumsy ox
He hit me and his other two sons, warns us
Need the best grass cattle
We are on the nose of his strange
Big Brother said that cattle are not your son, why
Pegs are covered with cow dung smell than the human excrement
2, urine tank
Foggy winter morning, his father Dan Zhao cans of urine out of the house
He Yingyingchaochao, and through the very small alley, and then went
Wide streets, along the road downhill
Go straight ahead and take the terraced rice paddies, ridge, furrow ridge
Back to the village when the sun came out
His shadow fell to the ground, the village, into the street, into the alley, into the door
One after the urine of two clay pinch pot
Stumbling stone bricks brushes against the ground, actually not bad
Neighbors were also surprised by the whites, they say dilute the surprising
His father was the village of urine tank movie
His family temple of the screen in the Cup a Imitative farmers broadcast
3, wheat
May, we want to harvest a circular gesture
His father's wheat
His father's wheat
The fertile soil of total greed, refused to leave
Three sharp sickle
Cutting a layer of cow dung; cutting a layer of fertilizer; then cut a layer of
Father's urine protein
We cut the straw home is light
Brother, I envy wheat
4, toenail
Father's nails as thick as the horseshoe
I like a horseshoe, like the master, cut his
Aging of the mud
I can not even find the white chalk of a star
A row of forty days, I looked at the nurses eyes blinking
Hope she was relying on skilled acupuncture, but also in his father's veins
Class ring detected
5, pomegranate
Cutting his father learned
Only the achievements of the two pomegranate trees. Rock sugar, pomegranate, white flowers
And his father seriously ill
I go home to see that two fruit trees in the yard, I fear
So dense white flowers, open crazy
Mother said that this strange evil pomegranate
After the funeral his father, a night to escape all the pomegranate
Mother only unlock secrets. Said the mother sneaky
It is not a pomegranate pomegranate, which is the ancestral home you always cup, then your father came
Look, not inhabited wang wang
6, tile-roofed house
His father later in life with his entire four tile-roofed house built
His aim was when he died
We can tile knees crying in his
After we Kuwan can live under his tile-roofed house
Did not think no one willing to stay kneeling End Kuwan
Now we are three brothers, three-day string of carrying rusty key
Walking in the busy city
Only the birds to find a suitable
Key tied to the birds neck
Let it find our father away his tile-roofed house |