The blood of the mountains
It's village blood.
Look up at the mountains
The plain is as blue as the sea and as blue as the waves.
Those people
Shuttle through the flat sea
Pursue to burn like blood
The trajectory of mountains
It's the trajectory of the village.
Man and mountain
Generations have been exploring the true meaning of life.
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Dream of a mountain village
There are myths and mountains.
A set of sky maps
Totems in A Group of Hearts and Holy Quilts
This dream connects heaven and earth, the sun, the moon, the stars and the morning.
Gather good hopes
Sunshine and color
There are different languages and sweats every day.
Fantasy symphony
Anchored in the harbor of dreams
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Like a field under the blue sky.
Occasionally shrimp in the stream in the field.
Occasionally a bird is in the water.
Under the sun
The wind gently penetrated the bones and blood.
As if to settle down in the body.
I searched for my mother's footprints along the secluded path.
Mom is always on the other side of the court.
When the moon rises, my mother and I
Follow the path back to the field
The soul is so warm that it warms us like sunshine.
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A frightened flower in the sky
White rose
Light can hurt lovers' eyes.
Choke the breath of money men and money women
Whose eardrum is she sticking to?
Pour out one's heart
In autumn.
Reed flowers keep flying out of my heart.
go home
Aroused the pond they dreamed of.
Never want to be a duckweed in a stream.
It is a rootless red bean planted by heaven and earth.
Before throwing the eaves
Precious and nostalgic
Miss the snow
Due to the crystal heart
A wedding dress quietly made for this city
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When I was a kid.
How I wish that raindrop was my blue nest.
The dream of flying over the starry sky gently
My flight is the same as hers.
Why, have you grown up?
That dream will never fly again.
No matter how clean the sky is.
No matter how bright the fields are.
Why can I only look up to the heavy?
Maybe one day the rain will seal life.
Sealed in fossils
Can only look like a bird.
Standing in a corner of the sky
You'll never know
You know, I once thought about that drop of rain.
That drop of rain is my blue bird wing.
At least I had this dream.
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Sunset, like a flame.
Burn a three-dimensional painting
People in the village embraced the flames in the picture scroll.
Waiting for the night to come.
As if the flame is like a flower at night.
Everyone hugs a flower.
Embrace a free and beautiful flower
Even itself, it has become a flame, dotted with villages in the twilight.
Singing in the smoke of smell
The sky is brighter.
In the bright starry night and beautiful dark night
Natural songs flowing together
Make the flame of Twilight more passionate.
The rhythm of the country will bury mediocrity.
Let beautiful and far-reaching dreams and stars decorate the night sky