You wake the morning glow,
It is you who make this city beautiful.
Are you tired from work?
Are you lonely with a broom?
Dust, fallen leaves, dustbins
Is this your favorite time?
Is sandstorm the first spring breeze you touch?
The last rainstorm before the autumn leaves fly?
How much snow did you drive away in the cold weather?
I asked about the blue concrete,
It is most willing to be close to your busy rubber shoes.
I asked about the small white advertisements ... all of them.
Anxian 20 14-07-02
Song of sanitation workers
(early) morning
When you gently lift the veil of the city
Keep the whole city under your control.
The city at this time is yours.
This street is yours.
The crisp birdsong is yours, too
you are
The richest man
every day
You use simple body language.
sing to one's heart's content
The city heard it.
I heard it on the street.
Birds on the branches heard it, too.
you are
The quietest singer
At the corner.
You bend down like a bridge ridge. ...