Tree (Plantago)
How I want to be that person
Digging in the soil, occasionally raising my head
I seem to hear Flying Birds
A few people, speaking
the dialect of the lower reaches of the Huaihe River
Leaving the water and digging soil in the capital
How I want to be That man
Selling peanuts, ginger and green onions
How I want to be that man
Ride a bicycle along the railway
There is a train chasing him
But it can never catch up with me
How I want to be that person
I just got up now and washed my face by the well
How I want to be the people outside the window
It’s not that I’m dissatisfied with myself
It’s spring and the trees are growing new leaves
I want it too Spread the branches
On each branch, there lives
that person, that person, that person and that person
They make the branches sway gently
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Two of them hang down slightly