Poetry, grass and snow
Qingqingshan
green grass
Peach blossom red, fragrant rice
But the hometown of my childhood.
(2)
sky blue
Shuiyingying
Smoke curled up.
Dogs jump and sheep run.
But the hometown of my childhood.
(3)
The shepherd boy's willow flute sounded on the cow's back.
Swallows under the eaves carry the sunset home.
Mother long voice shouted.
The birth name of the son goes home.
But the hometown of childhood.
(4)
Let the river bypass the village.
The crescent moon hangs on the willow.
Grandma tells stories of generations.
But the hometown of my childhood.
(5)
A low thatched cottage.
Full of tears and warmth from mother and child.
The hungry pot is full of moonlight.
A child waiting at the door
Mother waited for the return of the field.
But the hometown of my childhood.
(6)
Huang Chengcheng corn porridge.
Yellow-green' sauerkraut jar'
Playing with mud naked.
Climb up the garden wall and watch the sunset.
But the hometown of my childhood.
(7)
Hometown, mother
The baby is far away from us tonight.
Meditate on distant nursery rhymes.
Sing that long-lost children's song
You are in a dream.
Have you ever heard a child's kind call?
Have you ever touched a child's sadness?