Millet is separated, and the ears of millet are separated. Walking is decadent and the center is drunk. Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want. Heaven is long! Who is this? The separation of millet is the reality of millet. Walking decadent, center suffocation. Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want. You are in heaven! Who is this? "
This poem seems to be about a grain crop like millet, but it is a poem that describes mountains and rivers in a very ordinary way, but in fact the feelings expressed are very profound. It wants to express the rise and fall of the country. The once immature rice seedlings have grown up and borne fruit, and now I am so sad to return to my hometown. People who know me say it's because of my inner sadness, but people who don't know me are there asking me what I really want. God, who made me have a home and can't go back?
This poem seems to be about a grain crop like millet, but it is a poem that describes mountains and rivers in a very ordinary way, but in fact the feelings expressed are very profound. It wants to express the rise and fall of the country. The once immature rice seedlings have grown up and borne fruit, and now I am so sad to return to my hometown. People who know me say it's because of my inner sadness, but people who don't know me are there asking me what I really want. God, who made me have a home and can't go back?