跪在泥里生活 站在云端写诗
一一穆卫宁现代诗五首
一、我的别名叫秦川
日历撕去了多半
盛夏已成昨天
多想拽回时光的白驹
还我少年
思念的别名
叫秋枫
我的别名
叫秦川
若有来生
我愿是松柏
四季常青在
翠玉叠嶂的终南
二、村子瘦了
被岁月带走的
除了儿时门口的一排大杨树
还有些看着我长大的婆爷辈老人
街道、乡间小路、如故
不知道是我老了，还是村子瘦了
每次回家就有一种空落和孤独
我明明是这黄土地的女儿
我爱这里的山
爱这里的水
可走着走着却成了一片叶子
三、父母种的不是地
早苞谷不尽人意
还好，晚玉米黑胖黑胖
母亲满脸笑颜地说完
父亲听罢也嘴角上扬
原来父母种的不是地
是精神寄托
和希望
四、成长的土壤
感谢
所有经过我生命的狂风
暴雨
不，那不是狂风
不是暴雨
是成长的土壤
五、麦子
山不语
从未影响它的高度
海不言
从未影响它的深度
那就跟着麦子学做人
越成熟
越学会低头
作者简介
穆卫宁，笔名清香百合，西安市蓝田县人。寄情文字，于烟火生活中寻找一分诗意，一分宁静。
英文版
Kneeling in the mud to live, standing on the cloud to write poems
-- Five Modern Poems by Mu Weining
1. My Alias is Qinchuan
Most of the calendar pages have been torn off
Midsummer has become yesterday
How I wish to pull back the white steed of time
And return me to my youth
The alias of yearning
Is autumn maple
My alias
Is Qinchuan
If there is an afterlife
I would like to be a pine or cypress
Evergreen throughout the four seasons
In the green and jade-like Zhongnan Mountains
2. The Village Has Thinned
What was taken away by years
Besides a row of big poplar trees in front of the door in childhood
There were also some old people of the grandparents' generation who watched me grow up
The streets and country paths remain the same
I don't know if I'm getting old or the village has thinned
Every time I go home, there is a sense of emptiness and loneliness
I'm clearly the daughter of this yellow land
I love the mountains here
Love the water here
But walking and walking, I became a leaf
3. What My Parents Planted Was Not Land
The early corn was not satisfactory
Fortunately, the late corn was plump and black
After mother finished saying with a smile all over her face
Father also raised the corners of his mouth after hearing it
It turns out that what my parents planted was not land
It was spiritual sustenance
And hope
4. The Soil for Growth
Thank you
For all the violent winds and heavy rains that have passed through my life
No, those weren't violent winds
Nor heavy rains
They were the soil for growth
5. Wheat
The mountain is silent
Never affecting its height
The sea is silent
Never affecting its depth
Then learn to be a person like wheat
The more mature
The more one learns to bow the head
Author's Profile:
Mu Weining, pseudonym Qingxiang Lily, is from Lantian County, Xi'an City. Expressing emotions through words, she seeks a bit of poetry and tranquility in the mundane life.
