? Misery in the world is a smile, and smoke is a neighbor.
Vaguely poor, far from the city, I loved one or two people from the beginning.
? The heart of dust is not bound by name, but the human feelings between fireworks are the truest.
Hide in the dust
Text/Cheng Yanqing (Jiangxi)
He, integrated into the city.
The body is tough and strong. Time lapse
Turn into a bow. He is like dust.
Can't squeeze into any window.
Flowing from this city to that city
Sweat soaked the tears.
The calluses on the hands are thicker than bricks.
The city can't remember him.
He remembers any city that has shed blood.
Looking at the towering buildings. Like ants
Panting.
He has no reason to curse these cities.
Like dust. Go back to your old place.
People in the old place didn't take him as a joke either.
Because they also carry bows.
Appreciate each other and hug each other for warmth.
Chewing your own coarse grains.
Dare not get sick
Dare not expect more and more expensive items.
At the same time, I dare not grow old. ...