Poetry is looking up to you again

Looking up at you for the first time

The sun scorched the dust and homesickness.

An ancient Feng.

Hide in the distance and whimper in a low voice

Midsummer country

Phoenix blossoms filled the sky.

Are scattered or hot details.

Embrace survival tightly

Looking up at you for the first time

Only sweat drops are real and concrete.

The stalwart people are used to long-term ambush in silence.

Sadness and sorrow always make people dizzy.

Multiply in large quantities and then replace in large quantities.

The torrent of history is rolling forward.

You won't be mentioned.

Patience brings you closer to the sunshine.

Looking up at you for the first time

My parents, brothers and sisters.

My rice fields, wheat fields and smoky villages.

What I love and what I love are ordinary.