Once in the autumn field
Looking at the highway in the north
A little mind.
Fading car shadows.
Take it far away
It's like lying in an autumn harvest field.
Looking at the fluttering white clouds.
I don't know where I am.
blue sky
Like a quiet pastoral.
Sing slowly
I remember that time.
I'm just a kid.
How many years later
A muddy footprint.
Deep into
Somewhere in the county seat.
Ignorant eyes on campus
And the scenery outside the campus
There is a voice calling softly.
Young figure
Dai Li in the rain.
Rain of cable
Be sung into
A string of youth poems
I remember that time.
I am a teenager.
How many years later?
On the way to the distance
A figure often shuttles.
Shake off the dust all the way.
Cann't get rid of this
The sound of flowers blooming and falling.
When the distance is no longer far away
The songs of those journeys are getting more and more muddy.
Now firecrackers in Beijing are ringing at any time.
A noisy city is expanding.
In the footprints that may disappear at any time
Once with muddy footprints.
Wandering alone
What do you remember?
What do you want to remember?
On many moonless nights
I still remember it clearly.
In the autumn fields
Children's distant dreams
I remember that time.
I'm just a kid.
Now I
It's a man