Text/Bai Gui
To mother.
In the endless desire for carnations,
I still choose to love you so much!
Not to be grateful,
Just because I love the soul you gave me!
I am dust,
Swing in the ear of the world,
Listen to your phone from time to time!
To love
I can't compare with your scent,
Even tulips and roses,
In purple love,
Sing a meaningful song for you.
Write a story about a bunch of lilies,
The end result is that we will grow old together.
-selected from Bai Gui's anthology "Flowing through the Loess Plateau"