Uncle Big Belly
Spring Festival
Category: Poetry Added: January 13, 2011 2:48:25 PM Source: admin Clicks: 58
I don't know how much explosives were used
Nor do I know how much smoke arose
But it certainly changed the color of the sky
And altered the appearance of the sun and moon
It ruptured our eardrums
And brought endless joy to children
Dumplings, Spring Festival couplets, and the smoke covering the ground
Being in the midst of it all makes us feel annoyed
But truly leaving it behind brings about such longing
It's the bustling figure of a mother
The source of a child's excitement
And even more so, the fervent anticipation of our childhood
It's a pearl in an ordinary life
Representing a period of time, an era
And also a measure of our lives
Ah, little grass, hometown literature website, Spring Festival
Ah, the New Year
An inexhaustible tale of bitterness, spiciness, sourness, and sweetness
An unending discourse on the joys and sorrows of life
A journey through the endless cycle of seasons
An experience of ceaseless changes in times and seasons
Everything repeats and circulates within your great bosom
Your life spans five thousand years up and down
My life is but a fleeting moment
Countless births and deaths
Countless heroic legends
All rot away before you
Yet you remain forever youthful
You are my ancestor
You are my legacy
You will never fade
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