Waiting for the dragonfly to choose rice leaves to settle down.
Wait for the woman in the scarf to take off the schoolbag on the child's back.
When all the cattle and sheep have crossed the wooden bridge
The sun sets.
Poplar trees in Wangjiazhuang
Wind; timebomb
Willow is shaking, Toona sinensis is shaking, Tang Di is shaking, chestnut tree is shaking.
Poplar with bird's nest has the smallest shaking amplitude.
Chunfeng ci
The courier Lao Wang, suddenly, was sent back to his hometown.
His wife laid him flat on the bed and disassembled him layer by layer.
In the cemetery, Brecon loosened his fist in succession.
Spring breeze licks the whole world like a huge tongue.
I heard that rangers in Qilian Mountain are scarce, so I wrote this application.
I can live alone in a birch house for several years.
Will have a dog and take her name.
When it rains, it will enter the mountains. I like the light sound of plants and the shimmer of stones.
Snow will also enter the mountains, and the snow all over the mountains is the money that God gave me.
Not afraid to die in the mountains
Qilian Mountain, what a towering tomb.
Qingming Festival
Every day is Qingming and every day is a memorial service.
Every evening, a sad wind passes through the iron fence.
In any place, it is a sacrifice, and everyone is a sacrifice.
Oh, this papery TV, papery house, papery days.
hero
Sisyphus, push the stone, push it again and again.
Push endlessly
Dung beetles, push the dung ball all your life.
Get to the top and roll down.
At the same time, the setting sun rolled down on the Loess Plateau.
Aunt Qin, 57, pushes her son to Chaoyang Hospital every day.
Hills crossed by antelopes (5 songs)
1, Ode to the Yellow River
There is only one Lama in Yuantou Temple.
Every time I pick up cow dung, I will pick up the cassock and cross the Yellow River barefoot.
Yaks bow their heads to drink water.
Angel pointed to Bayankala Snow Mountain.
Tibetan women in Xinghai sometimes catch fish and sometimes catch some stars.
The fish fell back into the water, and the stars were put into the bucket and brought back to the tent.
2. The mountain the antelope walked through
The farmers here are all gardeners.
Large areas of buckwheat flower, rape flower, potato flower and bean flower were planted.
The temple here faces the village.
Here, I drank two glasses of highland barley wine on an empty stomach.
Autumn in the golden Sulu Mei Duo.
Last time, it was so close to the sky that it was still on dad's shoulder.
Here, eagles still rule the sky.
3. Yak Ode
At the top of the temple, the Lama blew his horn.
A foot-long yak horn contains so much old wind.
In a cowhide tent, a woman pulled cow dung from the stove.
Tell the distance with faded kitchen smoke
Milk tea, highland barley noodles and beef are all ready.
Yaks lead people slowly coming.
There is no rope in the nostrils of these plateau gods.
4. Ode to highland barley
Suntanned shellfish leaves, suntanned highland barley.
The woman who just worshipped Buddha in Lalu Temple.
Returning to the left bank of Bailong River, he once again bowed down to highland barley.
Just harvesting women gives off more than ten acres of golden light.
5. Yellow River Ballads
Understand the bitterness and distortion of the Yellow River and want to go with her.
The Yellow River, slowed down.
Cold Water can be regarded as the narrative of the Yellow River.
You can take the dark green grassland as my silence.
The Yellow River turns around and I turn around. If the Yellow River doesn't turn back, neither will I.
You can take Anima Qingxue Mountain as my camel's back.
dirge
Why is sadness so great? Why is happiness so short-lived?
Why am I so attached to life?
How can I describe my distance to you?
The man squatting on the ground, the Big Dipper on the horizon, is a question mark that can never be pulled straight.
Fast and slow
Big trucks are fast, and pilgrims knocking at the door at every step are slow.
The horn urged. Pilgrims, get out of the way
Bow hand in hand in the direction of the disappearance of the big truck.
Some of them are fast, and there is no way.
The water in the folding knife river will freeze if it slows down.
If the bamboo shoots grow slowly, they will be picked home by the children.
I stand aside and wish this era of honking away.
Wan wusheng
Poplar, waving arm-like branches, gently said goodbye.
Reluctant, the earth is too heavy, life is too light, and all beings are too beautiful.
I am reluctant to part with this vast wild wind, the sunshine in the wind, and the ears of rice growing in the sunshine.
Your smile aggravated my sadness.
rice straw
When the seedlings are old, they become straw.
Rubbing straw into a rope can tie some things that have been scattered.
The straw rope at the door bent and the woman broke out in a cold sweat.
Thought it was a snake.
That night, the moonlight was wonderful, the straw rope was on the old locust tree, and suddenly there was life.
Like a snake, strangled widow Qin.
Encountered a storm in Xingxingxia Valley.
In Xingxing Gorge, across the desert, Xuanzang narrowly escaped death.
Met the first person alive.
The monk couldn't help crying.
This is also in Xingxing Gorge Valley, and the wind holds me tight.
The sand is cooing and drinking water.
Water-filled sand swells like soybeans.
On Yanqi Mountain, the appearance and disappearance of that arc rainbow is of great significance.
I think this is the truth of life.
Congling
The sun, the moon and the stars all go to the green ridge, and rivers all come from the green ridge.
This is what the shepherd Jill told me.
I want to go to Congling! I have a pair of falcon eyes, which need indifference and remoteness.
I have the courage of a brown bear. I need pale rocks, avalanches and glaciers.
I also have a loser's head, which needs to be illuminated by the stars like Mustapha.
Villages in North China Plain
The water lazy in North China Plain has no such determination to go.
People who sit on the shore for a long time are not easy to regret.
There are no hills in the North China Plain.
Raise your sight, and you won't hit high places again and again.
A temple, a poplar with white flowers, or a grave.
In the lush wheat fields, people who come back from work five miles away are clear.
This is another advantage of the North China Plain.
Enough for a cheating wife to get dressed and cut her hair.
Wangcun village
In a few years, I will return to the back of Wangcun Mountain.
Plant a box of peppers, a box of berries and a box of leeks.
I like the simplicity of the land, the simplicity of hoes and the trustworthiness of the four seasons.
If you are tired, go and sit on the cliff.
You can see dark blue water there.
I will cry in the wind
Sometimes, it's because of eating raw peppers.
Sometimes, it's because you watch the sunset for a long time.
Once, it was because I saw you holding a tie rod in the wilderness.
I want to dedicate more than ten songs to the wilderness.
The wilderness prepared a lot of snow for me.
I dedicated my running and shouting accumulated for half a year to the wilderness.
The wilderness has added a lot of snow to me.
Wannianbao
Drinking enough water, soybeans are fatter than their sisters.
The stone mill only listens to the mother, but the child can't push it.
With steaming tofu brain
To the father who cuts wood.
Snow, accurately spilled into the enamel bowl.
The world is as kind as tofu.
Heaven and earth are as quiet as a washed stone mill.
In the Lancang River Grand Canyon
It is necessary to sing a hymn to pay tribute to the rocks that have spent their lives here.
Pay tribute to the moon and don't forget to shine in such a desolate place.
Sing the song of the eagle
If you can't sing, shout loudly, shout over and over again, and do your best like A Qiu Chen.
The rope shook slightly and Song slipped to the other side.
Before the third song was finished, a stone jumped down and jumped into the river.
Dusk in Xixi village
Rouge blooms on time.
Seven white geese came up from the river and walked neatly to Yang's house.
Under the chestnut tree, the old people go home for dinner.
The 26-year-old Hu still stood there, holding his fingers and smiling timidly.
Opposite him, the green hills contain the sunset.
Every beautiful village
Everyone has a river, an old tree and an idiot like Hu.
They are all gods on earth.
My guitar
Guitar, like a woman, will moan gently in waves.
Their hips are like full moons.
Think about the suburbs of Kunming. At that time, the guitar had not been given away.
The bike tilted on the ridge.
When a string falls, it turns white.
I hugged the woman, gently pressed her left hand and gently dialed her right hand.
Visit Jokhang Temple
A Lama who plays drums and sings scriptures met a silent poet.
In the main hall, the light of butter lamps gradually strengthened and the fence gradually disappeared.
You got it? Lama is singing the world cursed by the poet.
You got it? Those poems strung together and hanging in the wind are prayer flags.
No one noticed that what remained in the temple was a poet in cassock.
On the bus, an ascetic monk was holding a camera and smiling.
Microdroplets
The faucet is broken.
The water drops in Beijing are the same as those in Baiyan Temple.
ellipse
Like an insoluble drop of starlight in the night.
Like a drop of water, insoluble in greasy life.
I will leave eventually.
Like a drop of water
Get out of your sight