Beautiful modern poems about rural anecdotes

(1) Four big pits in the village, east, west, north and south.

The village runs east-west

There are four pits.

The villagers called it East, West, South and North pits respectively.

These four pits have existed since I can remember.

In summer, lotus leaves dance in puddles, dragonflies accompany frogs.

You can also touch some small fish and shrimp naked.

In winter, you can skate and play games on the frozen ice.

At that time, the village felt very humid.

I don't know when.

The village has expanded infinitely.

There are new houses everywhere.

One is more beautiful than the other.

And the four pits are getting smaller and smaller.

Until one day it became the foundation of the house.

Actually, I don't think anything has changed.

It's just that the original wells were abandoned.

Never see the lotus again

And no frogs croak.

Small fish and shrimp also stayed in the memory.

There is domestic garbage on both sides of the street.

Sewage crossflow

A sudden heavy rain

Flooded the dusty streets.

Houses flooded in low-lying areas.

People in the village are ridiculously boating when they travel.

The village where the flood receded.

Cloudy eyes

I miss

The original village. Four big pits.

They are called east, west, north and south pits respectively.

(2) Meteorological Observatory and Friendship

I have a close classmate.

But he has a special function.

Or did he tell me himself?

He said that whenever it rains on cloudy days.

His leg hurts.

Can't even walk.

I'll ask him every day when I know.

Do your legs hurt today?

He shook his head.

I'll be happy to tell my business father.

It will be sunny tomorrow

Dad is often surprised by my little weather station.

One day my classmates can't go to school.

Only in the hospital did I know that he had rheumatism.

Every day after discharge

I still ask him.

Does your leg hurt?

He shook his head.

But I have been to the drugstore many times.

Every time I leave,

There will be one less medicine for rheumatism on the medicine shelf.

Now we are still good friends.

My classmates are all healthy.