Every street has a nice name.
At the same time, when it rains and snows, their names are still nice.
Buildings and tile houses coexist in a block.
It's like two eras that are far apart, embracing each other.
And let me see it on purpose. We are in a newly-built hospital.
Take shelter from the rain, keep warm, and visit mom and grandma.
The hospital is brightly lit, and people register, queue and wait in the waiting area.
Sleepy. I would rather be watered by snow than.
Pretend to be strong in the hospital.
So on the wine table at night, I want to read poetry.
Mandarin and dialects, their poems made me cry.
But it didn't flow out, and the heart had already dried up.
The new spring needs rain.
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Go to Dawan
There are country roads and villages by the river, and there are people in the tile house.
The woman was washing clothes by the river, and the smoke had climbed up the mountainside.
We drove by and saw someone hunched over and planting potatoes.
Red soil lives on a steep slope, and peach trees stand in two rows to defend the river.
The river is green, and in a few days, it will be covered with mountain flowers.
Only the old people and children are left, watching the potatoes blossom and the corn is full.
Looking at the sound of reading in a primary school and the overgrown vegetation outside the wall.
Here, I admit that I love the ancient feelings stationed in my body.
Facing the ancestral grave, I saw the mountains and rivers fall into silence.
Go to Dawan, I love all the most remote villages.
Love a small river and a passing car.
The way is getting narrower and narrower.
20 19.2.2 1
On the eighteenth day of the first month, I left my hometown.
My father carried my suitcase to the car and stood there.
My mother gave me all the change. Admonitory words
From 20 10 to now, although I don't know anymore.
Lost in the city. Although I am no longer afraid of the world of strangers.
Although the fog is the same as it was ten years ago, it surrounds me.
On the eighteenth day of the first month, my father chose from the old calendar.
We should take Wan Li Road, learn from Wan Li Road, and move from a small hometown to a cramped world.
Leaving my parents, the car bumped on the mountain road.
She looked at me in the rearview mirror with sand in her eyes.
There are valleys, stones and weeds in my heart, waiting for me to leave
I am really wandering wildly in the wild mountains and forests of my hometown.
Green water and white waves, father's white hair.
turbulent
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