Charming piccolo
Come back, mother, the east can't stay long,
The tropical ocean where typhoons were born,
The air pressure in the North Pacific is very low in July.
Come back, mom, the south won't stay long,
One-way street of the sun train,
The equator in July scorched the soles of pedestrians.
Come back, mother, the north can't stay long,
The white kingdom of reindeer,
There is no rest night in July, only day.
Come back, mom, you can't stay in a foreign country for long.
In front of the French window, the little urn dreamily,
Holding a small plant in his hand.
Come back, mom, and protect your town after the fire.
Spring is coming, and I will tread the wet and cold Qingming road.
Bury you in a small grave in your hometown,
Bury you in Jiangnan, a small town in Jiangnan.
The weeping willows hang down to your grave,
When spring comes, you must dream of a girl.
Dream of your mother.
Mother, on the Qingming road, my footprints will be deep,
Willow hair dripping with rain, mother, dripping with my memories,
Come back, mother, and protect this empty city.
1958.7. 14 nights
Morning in the new world
Zero degree. 7: 30. The dream of ancient China died in
Simmons in the new world.
In the dial indicator,
Blood will be exhausted in 1958.
The wind from Greenland,
The Italian skater came and slipped.
The glass plains of the Great Lakes.
Soon, we'll take these messenger bags,
Many come from Eskimos.
Christmas cards.
Good morning, melancholy. Good morning, lonely.
Good morning, homesickness phase 3!
Good morning, ladies, good morning!
Toast, iced milk, coffee and lettuce
Waiting for us to argue at the breakfast table,
Miss Suiren, and soy milk and fried dough sticks.
Then go to a strange newspaper to find stingy news.
Then go to the mailbox to find the body of hope.
Then go to the boulevard to meet the squirrel.
Then walk into the crowded classroom with a high nose and a high nose.
Between blondes and blondes, between hello and good morning,
Sit down.
Sit down and look at the blue pupils as cold as Lake Michigan.
Bitong
With Bi Tong, we saw the shadow of Wu Ling's youth.
The shadow of acacia transplanted according to the Tropic of Cancer.
Then step on the green grass behind the art museum.
(It doesn't know Niu Xiji),
On the banks of the Aio River opposite Liu Yin.
(It doesn't know Huan Wen),
To another skyscraper
It doesn't know that Wang Neng can't.
When thousands of miles were trapped on the horizon, I said:
"Although I believe that beauty is better than my land,
What is enough to stay less! "
The train came from Chicago,
Sail to the blue coast of the Pacific Ocean.
The long hiss of the whistle disturbed my thoughts-
I was thinking, in the early autumn of 1959,
In San Francisco Bay,
An iron anchor will rise for me,
When it dives again, it will see
China Fish in Keelung Harbor.
And now, at half past seven, it's zero.
In the dial indicator,
1958 blood has not been exhausted.
Good morning, melancholy! Good morning, lonely!
Good morning, homesickness phase 3!
Good morning, ladies with dark circles, good morning, good morning!
1958. 1 1.5
Dengyuantong temple
The days of thin metal beating
Belongs to percussion instruments
If you don't believe me, you can knock on the horizon.
This is Chongyang, where you can climb mountains and Yuantong Temple.
The Han Dynasty is not far away.
Between this bell and the next bell.
No chrysanthemums, no dogwood, mom.
You never gave it to my brother.
Share my sadness and memory, mother.
I don't have to climb very high, even if I reach middle age.
The first cry of a naked child
You can listen from a higher place.
Never forget, this is your bloody day.
You paged me in your veins.
You transfuse blood, you give me blood type.
You left me here. The disaster began.
Future disasters
Non-chicken dogs can replace me, and I'm not happy.
Based on the high altitude in thousands of feet, the reality is under the clouds.
It is your beautiful granddaughter.
Shangyun is the mother of feather in the Eastern Han Dynasty.
You are in the constellation, and you are with Fei Changfang.
You go back to the troposphere
Leave me in the atomic rain and breathe the dust.
196 1 year Double Ninth Festival, 34th birthday