You are swaying in the wind of years.
Branches and leaves stand on the tree.
I saw you in the wind of years.
Comb the hair of branches and leaves
I walked past you gently.
Have you seen me?
The wheel of history has been turning.
My gentle steps
Walk across the tracks where you stopped.
Time drives the wheel of history.
I am smiling at you.
Have you seen me?
I hear your voice calling in the wind.
I heard this song and my modern China heart.
I walked through the Great Wall, every trace of your stop.
The wheel of history has been turning.
I see the sound of the sea wind constantly changing your call.
You are like a tall tree.
Comb your hair in the wind.
On the day I saw Modern Poetry 2, I saw Ya 'an crying.
Away from the sky.
Across the Qian Shan.
On this day, in Sichuan.
I saw Ya 'an crying.
The earth trembled violently and the house twisted painfully.
The sky didn't fall, the ground didn't sink, and the houses in Ya 'an collapsed.
At that moment, I was frightened; At that moment, helpless; At that moment, you saw the end of the world.
The most deadly attack, let your life die in an instant.
I see, over Ya 'an, you are crying and don't want to leave.
The streets of this city are full of dust and smoke.
The country road is full of crying.
The call of relatives can't call back your blood and run again.
Crying loudly won't help your stump and broken arm.
You left a deformity, and you left a heartbreak.
Those who stay, including me thousands of miles away, are equally heartbroken.
Fortunately, at the moment when yin and yang are separated.
I saw a little life freshly baked.
The little creature stubbornly separated from its mother, and it was crying.
Powerful
On this day, I saw Ya 'an crying.
Search and rescue team
Rescue data set
Living in Ya 'an, you are crying.
When tears pour down.
You saw the bright five-star red flag.
I read Modern Poetry 3, and they said, you will see it, but not yet.
Is it? I nodded doubtfully, from now on.
I looked at the pedestrians and hurried by.
I watch the night and cover the day.
I look after the children and have fun.
I see youth, depravity and struggle
I look like a middle-aged man. Take a breath.
I am old, and the past is like the wind.
I think this heart is intertwined with human nature.
I see the world, worldly desires.
I look at history, loyalty and benevolence.
I saw dynasties change, rise and fall.
I saw life, life and death.
I see love, joy and sadness.
I think family ties are flesh and blood.
I think friendship has wine and water.
I looked into my eyes, either open or closed.
I see everything. Everything looks at me.
I see nothingness, as if there is nothing.
I see tears, hope and despair.
I saw the road, and the traffic was endless.
I saw a quiet path, and I passed several people.
I see loneliness, no words.
I saw Dugu, alone.
I think it's crazy, really.
I saw the disease and wrapped myself up.
I see wind and rain, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.
I look at the five elements, what is missing and what is supplemented.
I see black and white, black and white.
I see the sun and the moon, flickering.
I think lightning is cruel.
I see reincarnation. Let's go for a ride.
I think greed is endless.
I saw desire, and I never stopped.
I think killing people is insensitive.
I see hatred, and I will never lose it.
I feel very clean and decent.
I think public welfare benefits the world.
I think compassion shines on the earth.
I see disaster, and love is boundless.
I think the time of birth, the causal cycle.
I think when I die, the cycle of cause and effect
I watched, watched, watched the world, watched the world, watched the space of everything, the mystery of heaven and earth, and the vastness of the universe. Those people left, not at the stone table next to the park, waiting for me to understand.
I looked at the sky. It was blue, white and gray.
See white from black, gray from blue, and white from gray.
You see, you see, a few years have passed, and suddenly, I can't see it.
No blue, no white, no gray, I smiled, I smiled.