You are often awakened by a bamboo, and the wind sweeps your dreams away from the bamboo branches like a drop of dew. Is this the dream of bamboo leaves or your dream?
The joy of migrant workers sleeping on the street is impacting this bamboo forest. There is no noise of the city here, and there is no deep dream that the car ran over at midnight. Whispering between the wind and bamboo leaves, such as the rustling of drizzle, draws the echo of hometown: the bamboo forest drips water, and a little boy raises his thin face, bearing the cool water drops to quench his thirst.
You told me that the hawthorn trees in my hometown were all cut down, and the worthless hawthorn fruits and sour red lanterns were all cut down. "I am also one. Where is the hawthorn? " You said, with a sour smile on your face.
Nobody cares. Small migrant workers squatted at the corner of the road, empty-handed. Look at the car like running water, and watch the crowd pass by from morning till night. Who cast an inquiring glance?
Between 1000 bamboo leaves, the smoke is misty.
Tears rolled on a thousand bamboo leaves.
One falls and stops at the edge of your trembling mouth. Is this the tears of bamboo leaves or yours?
Dry it, stand up, pat the dust on your body, you have to go to work.
"Life without work is more tiring than work." You said, with a sour smile on your face.
Chapter 2: News of Spring
Wind, shaking branches, water, bleaching duck feathers, looking forward to the whole winter, you see, spring is coming! Let's put on spring clothes, like a bird with new feathers, flying over the Woods and hills, full of spring laughter.
When I see the first butterfly coming, it will pull my feet; I grabbed it happily and released it lovingly.
I couldn't help jumping for joy when I saw the first daisy in full bloom. Xiaohua, do you still recognize me? Look how big I've grown!
Come to the branch that fell last year and wait for it to spit out new green shoots; Then wake up the sleeping stream, listen to it sing and run with you.
Tired from walking, I lay on the field with the bright sunshine above my head.
Ah, who is stroking my cheek? Ah, it's green grass that has been drilled around. ...