The moon on the fifteenth day got lost. The mountain people explained that it was a guest at a relative's house and was drunk.

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

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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

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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.