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.