Hometown Poems
Text: Chen Xiaoman (edited by Wang Mingjian)
Brothers in Weilongwu
More than thirty Brothers, sitting in a big circle
They drank rice wine brewed from mountain spring water and farm rice
This is the strong liquor that nourishes them and can light fire
The bright moon in the mountains is on the branches outside the wooden window
Peeking into the world
Liquor makes people confused and real
Some big men Crying like a baby
It’s not easy in the city
The years are quiet in the mountains
Before the wine is finished, some brothers are about to start again
The city is full of people, but there are no brothers in the city
There is no such pure and fragrant liquor in the city
The remaining brothers continue to drink and cry
Fortunately, there is a place where you can get drunk
And there is a place where you can cry
Fortunately, there is still the blessing of the bright moon
And The spring flows around the door
Fortunately, there is still a hometown surrounded by a dragon house
There are also brothers surrounded by a dragon house
Every August 15th
Only a reliable and lively place to go
This Mid-Autumn moon sinking in the wine glass
Illuminating the Weilongwu who is looking for food in the city Descendants of mankind
Let these stepping stones and pioneers of the city
feel brighter and warmer
Celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival in the mountains
Mountain people put up fruits under the eaves to worship the moon
Invite the moon on August 15th to come down to earth
Enjoy the beauty of autumn Fruit
Wait until midnight, but there is no shadow of the moon
Mountain people will not be disappointed
Don’t ask God why
Eat the moonlight Cake, celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival happily
People who came back from the city stomped their feet all night under the night sky without the moon
People in the mountains did not Understand the city people
Asked, can the moon come out
Is it your turn to take care of this matter
City people think that during the year
The moon on August 15th is the roundest and brightest
There must be a moon on August 15th
But people in the mountains think that the moon is on August 15th
p>It can come and go freely in the human world
The moon on the fifteenth day got lost, the mountain people explained
It was a guest at a relative's house and got drunk
People in the mountains and the moon can always live in peace
The sixteenth-year-old moon stood on the mountain col early
It was so proud and so white that it was shocking
The courtyard of my hometown
The courtyard of my hometown, the dream starts from here
Traveling through the mountains with every scene and object
Find me in the city where I go to look for food and entangle me
I have never left my hometown for thirty years.
Growing up
Whenever I open the courtyard door
I immediately become a child again
The parents who opened the door for me
have suddenly aged Go
I love to sit under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, searching the intestines and scraping the belly
struggling to describe the world
My old father is sitting next to me
Like childhood Like a young father
Silent and warm
He patiently takes care of his daughter who is over fifty years old
Like taking care of a little girl who couldn't solve the equation
The mother fetched water from the well, made tea, and cooked food
She was content
Her daughter was sitting in the yard writing an article
The breeze passed by , the sweet-scented osmanthus fell without hesitation
Some stamens fell into the teacup
Some were like commas, cutting off long sentences
The lark took away the flowers on the screen Fragmented sentences
The rain in my hometown is as bold as a swipe of hair
Correcting neatly arranged paragraphs
I had no choice but to replace the text with cracks everywhere
The sewing is complete
I have been a stupid kid all my life
I can’t hand in beautiful answers
The green hills of my hometown are covered with poems
And I always have shallow feelings
Far less full than the pine cones carried by squirrels
I am also afraid of my old father who has been practicing medicine all his life
Using a scalpel on me On the words of lame
Cut and bleed
The distance of the mountain people
The mountain people left the gate and crossed the river
It is the distance
Mountain people don’t need too far away
They will ask you
Are you farther than the sun on the roof?
Far away Do you want the moonlight in the mountain col?
Going out in the dew
Returning in the moonlight
Catch a market and go out to the county town
In the mountains People from afar are pragmatic and reliable
Bringing back items to live in from afar
People in the mountains make fun of people in the city
People from afar are far away by airplanes and rockets
That is an unreasonable distance
City people come back from afar
Empty-handed
They say they are bringing back the distant mountains and rivers
What a joke! People from the mountains said
So many people from the city have been here
They have never seen the mountains and rivers here
It was stolen
People from the mountains There is another distant place
That is the back of the mountain
It is so close, but it is so far away
There is no return
Who says the back of the mountain is not far away
Chronicles of the Mountains
The two old men who built the tile-roofed house
When they left the patio
they entered with flesh and blood They went to the city
Who knew it took them so long
At first they said they were taking their grandson to kindergarten
They were worried about it.
Later, they
They waited until their grandson graduated from college
When they finally felt relieved
The son brought back a few bones of the old man
Now, there are two houses in the upper and lower rooms
Live all year round
The swallows guarding the old man's grave
The old man returns to his roots after falling leaves, feeling at ease
The one who is in fear all day long
is a mountain man Descendants
There is no village in front and no store in the back
---------There is no place to stand in the city
In the mountains, there is no way to prosper every year. Swallows
Grandma on the back of the mountain (1)
Last night, the wind came and the rain came
Buried on the back of the mountain My grandma has also been here
Grandma came back riding a wild boar
Leaving behind a row of footprints in the shape of a letter
Under the eaves this morning
There are a few more orange wild fruits
Grandma uses wild fruits
to exchange the excitement of the world
She wants these children and grandchildren who are like migratory birds
Stay more in the ancient houses in this mountain village
Grandma on the back of the mountain (2)
The ancient houses in the mountain village are sparsely populated
p>Grandma and her elders
haven’t left yet
They are swaying in the dark in the corner of the house
Sometimes they learn the language of birds
On the wooden square window lattice, calling the children and grandchildren by their nicknames all night long
Sometimes it turns into an old dog of unknown origin, staring with black eyes
Look at the young people who appeared in the house
The house is full of colorful descendants
Some have changed their accents, some have changed their nationalities
And others , changed skin color
The house that grandma built with her life
The son doesn’t want it, the grandson doesn’t want it
The great-grandson can’t find his way back to the village
The grandma who was buried twice
Leading the ancestors back to the world
Guarding this geomantic treasure land
Blessing the prosperity of the children and grandchildren Mao
About the author: Chen Xiaoman, formerly known as Chen Yingxia, is from Meizhou, Guangdong, and now lives in Foshan. Member of Guangdong Provincial Writers Association and member of Chinese Poetry Society. The published poetry collection "Colorful Wind" won the 5th Foshan Literature Award; the novel collection "Women Surrounding the Dragon House" won the 2019 Foshan Literary and Art Creation Support Award; the novel also won the 2020 6th Foshan Literature Award ; In October 2020, he won the third Boao International Poetry Poet of the Year Award. He has published hundreds of poems, novels and other works in professional literary journals across the country, and his works have been selected into various anthologies such as "Excellent Chinese Contemporary Literature", "Selected Chinese Love Poems", "Chinese Modern Poems", "Approaching Guangdong Poets" and other anthologies.