1. The Road Ahead Author: Zhang Xianteng
People holding lamps walk into the village at night
The village is brightly lit in the first half of the night, and people live and work in peace and contentment
< p>The man holding the lamp walks on the street, looking for the wounds of his hometownTwenty years ago, it was dark and there was no treasure here
The man holding the lamp walks into the village at night twenty years later
It started to rain lightly in the middle of the night, and the roads were muddy, making it difficult for carriages and horses.
Lamp holders were running around the village with fire in their hands
In the middle of the night, the lights in the village were dim and there were few people.
The man who found the fire walked out of the village at dawn with a lantern
He burst into tears, shook his head and sighed:
This is not my hometown; The village needs treasures
2. The man whose head is like a fingerprint Author: Zhang Xianteng
You pass me by in the sun without looking at me
Your head is like a fingerprint , the sound is like a song
Under the sun, there is a head placed on a piece of white paper in the center of the Earth Square
The pattern of my finger points to the top of your body
Print the mind, a person who cannot see clearly
In the early morning, a person as thin as a noodle sat by the stove and looked at a picture
In the sunshine, its outline was straightforward.
Ten years ago I was painting in the square and you walked past me
You said your head was like a fingerprint and your voice was like a song
Ten years later I Sitting by the fire, looking at the noodles that are gradually fading
The noodles are like fingerprints wrapped around them
Still not looking at me in the sun
3. Road Author: Jiang Yutong
Time enters absolute darkness
You can’t imagine how the heart and the sea are tearing apart
Surge. Confused
The eternally disappearing past and the unfathomable future
In another space, looking at your past
But you can never go back to the original place
Trying to blame everything on God
But God says he is innocent
What you see is just an extension of a road
< p>Being stepped on underfoot, wrapped around the fingertipsThere should be a different scene
The heart speaks lightly and the road walks heavily
4 .Wangmai Author: Shui Taiyang
The stamens wet with clear dew
open with the gaze of Wangmai.
The Executor's Home
Shining, the brilliant light of the sickle.
The wheat ridges are clear and the straw is strong
The twists and turns of the field roads,
The muscles of the mower are expanded
The wilderness is vast and vast. , the song is swaying.
Quiet and peaceful villages,
Eternal sincerity
The simple feelings of the countryside.