The theme is the poetry of trees.

The poet Cambridge's poem "Jujube Tree in My Hometown"

I can see jujube trees in my hometown in the distance.

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All the vicissitudes of life, all the singing.

That's my grandmother I've never seen before.

Sowed by parents

Once because of the heavy iron ring.

Hanging on the branches of jujube trees

Brother's tender ass

I was beaten by grandpa's thick soles.

I looked at my radiant little grandmother.

Water the jujube trees in the yard with buckets.

Later, she was buried beside the jujube tree.

I know that in the days after grandpa left,

Grandma sat alone under the jujube tree.

Think of her good days in do miss.

Miss her mom and dad.

In the revolutionary struggle

My wife and children are scattered in white.

Raped by bad people

Grandma cried countless times under the jujube tree.

Countless times, regardless of everyone's spit, I think of my grandfather.

Save yourself from hanging.

Our yard was hit by many stones for this reason.

The jujube tree was not spared from the knife wound.

Countless times longer than its body.

My grandmother stroked the jujube tree.

Touch the scar of jujube tree

Think of grandpa's last time

The sweetness of picking on jujube trees

When my mother and I returned to our hometown,

The kind grandmother has closed her eyes.

I found it.