Connect with the outside world
I used to go up and down when I was a child.
Then twice a day.
School? release
The road leading down the hill in front of the house.
Connect with the outside world
I used to go up and down when I was a child.
Then twice a year.
Work? Celebrate the Spring Festival
The road leading down the hill in front of the house.
This is the stone steps built by our ancestors themselves.
Like the keys on a piano.
We use up and down steps.
Play the years
The keys stacked on this floor
Play out the carefree and happy of teenagers.
Played the yearning and longing of youth.
But I always remember
There are more chords on the keys.
The heaviness of stepping on the stone steps
The hardships of stepping on the stone steps
Hope of resting on the stone steps
And hope in the backpack.
This stone step is
No note is moaning without illness.
Now? More time
I always close my eyes in a cup of tea.
Imagine a mountain road blown by a breeze.
Whose footsteps will ring?