So it took root here and was destined to be in this barren land.
No matter how long it takes, it can't grow into a towering tree.
And towering into the sky, at most, just a tree.
Standing on the top of the Rocky Mountain, the leaves on the branches are not dense enough.
Can't cast a shade, birds don't want to live in midsummer.
Only the branches are not too thick.
And round hills.
It looks like a beautiful bonsai.
Many years.
Suffering from the summer sun exposure.
Whip of the cold wind.
Of course, I have bathed in the sun.
It has also been favored by the rain and dew.
Those deformed roots under your feet.
Like its body.
It's twisted beyond recognition.
Standing on the top of Taihang Mountain.
In the undulating folds.
Hide in my house.
The road in front of the door.
It seems that I will never get out.
Three twists and turns.
Because the legs are as short as.
Ants are crawling on the road.
I used to remember.
A plane is flying very low.
Wipe Liang Fei at the top of the village.
People say it must have fallen on the top of the mountain.
Everyone speaks clearly and clearly.
So the whole village went after it.
Even crutches.
I'm not afraid of being out of breath.
I won't forget it.
There are four lean men in the village.
Carrying two thick rafters.
The rafter has a coiled rope on its head.
Go to the commune and get a thermometer that can measure your temperature.
I still remember.
The wolf came running with a scream.
Through the night.
So the whole village moved.
All men have their own property.
Chasing shouts.
Finally come together.
Run with the wolf.
That barren land.
Those honest and frank neighbors.
Why do you always let me?
I am haunted by dreams.
Because of the root of a small old tree.
Stay here all the time
Maybe those dead grandfathers.
This is me now.
I have never regretted it.
I was born here.
I am used to the smell of loess.
I'm used to living next to rocks.
Those ditches are bifurcated.
Leave bitter tears in childhood.
Also immersed in my joy.
And an ignorant relationship.
Endless mountains.
Let me learn to be quiet.
The wind is blowing from the outside.
Let me learn to whisper.
Learned to sing tactfully.
Everything is quiet.
Everything is full of vitality.
This is a Chinese painting with sketches.
He is a great man who can carry mountains.
I can feel my heart pounding.
From underground.
I can touch her tenderness.
All over the mountains.
People here.
There is a primitive charm.
Come back with the original.
Carrying primitive poverty.
The village here.
In the sun.
Still don't move.
Sleep peacefully.