Immigrant poetry works

Partridges and Youth Work (Heshui Zuo)

Covering her tears, she dropped out of school and took money from wandering several times. Dusk is as tired as frost, and reading at midnight is like stepping on spring.

Don't forget me, dreamer, you can get rid of poverty from hatred. When shall I go back to the village? (China's Poetry 20 14- 1 1)

Partridge Day, Graduate Job Search (Heshui Zuo)

Through the cold window and leaving the school auditorium, I look forward to becoming a child. Tianya is in Shenkuo Road, aiming at wind injury.

Miss your girlfriend, dream of your parents, and cry and speak your mind! I am afraid that I will be ashamed to see my hometown when I am old. (China's Poetry 20 14- 1 1)

Partridge and Working Girl (Heshui Zuo)

The village girl is unwilling to grow rice and hemp, but she is full of wisdom and intelligence. The export of embroidered clothes shows talent, and colorful clouds float around the world.

Europe, America, Australia, Asia, Africa, Latin America, the brand is well received by merchants. Always leading innovation and pushing new products, wearing big flowers on stage every year. China's Poetry 20 15-4 China's Poetry and Fu

Work in Xihe

It's already late autumn when a person comes to Shanghai. What an illusory dream it is. The autumn rain in the field is cold, and the new disease is more serious.

Meng Xiao has never been home, and high-rise buildings are looking forward to his return. There is only one route in life, who wants to enter the work door.

Partridges and Farmer Builders (Heshui Zuo)

Brick walls build the initial heart, and spend the evening more or less melancholy. My son is eight years old when he is away from school in a foreign land, and his father who stays away is sixty years old.

Urbanization, meritorious service, dangerous and dirty, not afraid of asking for salary. Medical social security is not covered, because it is a rural farmer. China's Poetry 20 15 03

Partridges and Old Farmers at Work (Heshui Zuo)

The old man left his hometown to raise his baby, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea. Build a mansion every day to endure the cold and heat, and stay in a shack at night to be bitten.

Save money, quit smoking and drink tea, and earn money to pay tuition. Looking at my hometown, I can see where I am, but I can't see my home around me. Collected Works of China Poets 20 1 1-4

Migrant workers (Xue Haibing)

Say goodbye to your parents in tears, pack your bags and walk around. A few treasures, covered with rice, sand and stars, made a bed out of mud.

Thousands of buildings have been built, and roads and bridges in Li Long have been paved. When can I buy a half room?

Partridges and migrant workers (Heshui Zuo)

A few acres of farmland is difficult, so it is required to patrol the cape as a migrant worker. Being alone in a foreign land is not a guest, and I miss my relatives twice during the festive season.

Endure the heat, resist the severe winter, and fight the mosquitoes in the wind and food. There are thousands of new buildings, and the village houses are not afraid of the wind. (China's Poetry 20 15 04)

Commencement of Migrant Workers on Zhegu Day (Heshui Zuo)

I can't stand living a poor life in a poor country and running around as a worker. I worked as a monitor in the workshop for half a year and took up a new post by correspondence for three years.

Attack the market, operate skillfully, and set up a business. Jincheng gaozhai is prepared for danger in times of peace, and the visiting mother is a citizen when she returns to China. (Jiangxi Poetry 20 15-0 1)

Work Village (Heshui Zuo)

All the young people have gone to work, and the village is quiet and empty.

Tian Xiatian, the old lady crane head Weng.

"Dead Hua Lian, the wife of migrant workers" (Heshui Zuo)

A bundle of family letters sleeps on the same pillow, hugs and reads, and the soul is a peasant woman. Night dreams greet thousands of Baidu, and the southeast road is far away.

Flowers bloom in cold and summer, waiting for you, looking at the bright moon. Planting in spring and harvesting in autumn is more difficult than planting. (Poetry of China, March 2009, some people, some things (Li Yiliang)

Well, allow me to omit his name.

He and his new wife went to Guangzhou to work, but her wife stayed there forever.

Thankfully, they met a good boss.

He took his wife's ashes and hundreds of thousands of compensation.

Ok, do you still need to list it like this?

Life goes on every day. What's the use of me mentioning them?

One view is that poetry should be more introverted.

I also want to write about my heart, which I believe is worth writing.

But now my heart is occupied by such people and things.

If I continue to be shameless,

I, I, I, I really should stay away from the poetry there.

I am eager to book such a train ticket (Jiahe)

Ticket time

Don't be too early. I'll ask for leave too early.

Not too late, too late, the holiday is not long enough.

It's better to be the day after the factory holiday.

If I am in a hurry, I am afraid that I will forget myself.

The starting point is Guangzhou,

The destination is hometown.

Working overtime day and night in the factory

Never left the factory.

Don't change the address at will, otherwise I can't find the direction.

It doesn't matter whether there are seats or not.

I am used to standing in the factory.

Stand as long as you can get to your hometown.

Such a narrow train ticket

Carrying the mother's hope for three years.

Book my plan to go home in three years.

Well, a narrow train ticket.

Every year, year after year.

Mother's hair turned white.

My long patience killed my youth.

Blind flow (Liu)

Driven by fate, our walk changed the shape of Ruth.

The iron fence is out of place with us.

The bursting backpack leaked out, and there were countless colorful experiences.

That strange face passed in an instant.

Fantasies are like some red and green balloons, so they are easily broken with a bang.

Our faces are gaunt.

Tiptoe heel ups and downs, turning around and ice doesn't mean retreating.

In a foreign land, we are doomed to be blind.

Repeatedly scrutinize the fate of life.

All destinations are temptations.

Be careful when you move your feet.

There is always a beginning and an end on the fork in the road of life.

life

My name is hidden in a palace card,

My hand became part of the assembly line,

The agency signed the contract.

Hair turns from black to white,

The rest is noisy and running around asking for overtime pay.

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