1, land
Living in your corner, we are a group of quiet cattle and sheep. Following the season, under the sky, wandering at four o'clock. Walking on the edge of some crops, sunshine, strolling to the color of chewing grass. In a yearning, put your feet into the soil. Many crops, like us, have struggled on the ground all their lives.
However, this land is spreading from the original grassland according to the instructions of the monsoon. Growing on a pile of dry loess, several plants are ashamed to talk about water. Since it is underground, it will not dry up for thousands of years. This is the same lifeline. Facing the land, our forehead covered under the sky has been shaped into a complex terrain by years. Several crops began to take root on them. ...
2. "Song"
I would like to live in the depths of this wheat field forever, with those little jumping frogs. Full of dreams and enthusiasm, the pond in the country is full; Full of songs, I sang to the earth under my feet and to the villagers in the neighboring Bilan. In the sound of day and night, in the rings of spring and autumn, I looked forward to it with tears for decades. Excited for a new green, sad for some innocent injuries. Tears in the pain in the depths of the family.
These memories of every grass and tree have precipitated into troubles that I can't get rid of all my life in the ups and downs of the season. The land reclaimed by ancestors will not always be a fragmented ballad, a dream lacking in content. Let me take root in this barren land; Let me plant rich lotus flowers in this barren water; Let my exciting song penetrate the heavy wind and rain to reach the future light!
3. the wind in the country
Always miss the wind in the country. The wind in the countryside, like newly woven silk, is full of villages and fields, gently blowing kitchen smoke and enjoying the sky; The wind in the countryside gave the old times a chastity glow. The wind is surging with the ungrateful desire for thousands of years, combing the ebb and flow of desires and lighting up the years full of wrinkles. The wind from the countryside blows from the top of the season, like a jade belt, setting off the sky, mountains, villages and fields in peace.
The wind in the countryside is an eternal lamp, which will make just visiting's sight longer and longer. The wind, blowing away the old days, along the way, falling all the dust and cleaning up the village; Just when the grain is ripe, play and sing higher dreams and praise the wind from the sky and the countryside. I miss the wind in the country. Is it only the wind in the country that is so pure, and youth makes people feel anxious and painful …