Chapter One: The Dream of the Land
Forget how old you are.
A young heart is still young.
Dream that you are round.
Dreams turn with time.
The earth dreamed that it was made of water.
Sweet spring is mellow milk.
Nourish countless vegetation, and
Tireless cattle and sheep
The earth dreamed that it was a ruby lantern.
Hanging in the yard of every household
See every happiness coming.
Happiness has ups and downs, and there are ups and downs.
The earth dreams of its pores.
You can grow millet and flowers.
I woke up laughing in my dream and found people offering sacrifices to heaven.
Tears of the land, secretly flowing.
Land dream, hometown is very heavy.
Those old trees cling to their hometown.
Those peaks are sticking to their hometown.
Those streams are touching their hometown.
The earth often dreams of groups of shadows.
Come out from behind the tombstone and sit there.
What goes around comes around. Heroes don't give their names.
Listen to the comments of generations of children and grandchildren
The earth dreamed that it was blue.
Blue dreams haunt the body and diffuse.
The blue soul is full of eternity.
The earth smiles in a dream.
Chapter II: Yellow Land
Through the thick vicissitudes of life
Although your ideas are varied.
And ravines, here
Moved by life again.
Yellow land
That's the hotbed where I sleep.
Call softly
dawn
From the tail lane in late spring
Wear fashionable colors.
squeeze out
I can finally have it.
An attempt in hot summer.
In my resentment of absorbing bitter rain
Shoot down the thunder and lightning
Splash blood red
Because you have lengthened your youth.
Leaves fall to the roots-a person who lives elsewhere will eventually return to his ancestral home.
Chapter III: Happiness lies in the land.
The breeze on the willow tree brings the fragrance of spring.
Flowers, it tells me that happiness lies in the land.
Xiangyun is red, and the sun warms the heart.
The stream runs forward and sings happily.
I hope the earth is full of peaches and plums.
Harvest beautiful Qiu Guang with wisdom and sweat.
Millennium charm, blue sea.
I seek, I seek.
This heavy land, the vicissitudes of the past.
The spring tide played one youthful movement after another.
Bird, it tells me that happiness lies in the land.
Warm mandarin ducks and fish swim in the water.
We hold hands firmly and without hesitation.
The future shines on the earth.
Create today's glory with passion and hands.
Long-lost dream, inspirational forward.
You dance and I sing.
This affectionate land has been happy for thousands of years.
Chapter 4: Missing this land.
Xin Rui, a rich essence.
The bullet broke,
The inherent smell of dust.
Every time I think about it,
Will be in the vast sea of people
Tears will wear away stones,
Sad and scared.
Unwilling to leave this land,
The red sunset on the edge of a day.
When the corners of the mouth are slightly exposed,
That's the wound I miss.
Chapter V: Big Land
Seasonal changes of wheat and corn
A year of farming wind and rain
Cotton means hard work.
It is also the friendship in the Spring and Autumn Period.
My land, my land.
No cover, no cover, endless.
My crops, my poems
The words of life are particles.
Away from urban poverty
The four seasons monsoon comes and goes freely.
Open your heart to the white sky.
Be frank and open, Lang Lang Gan Kun Li.
My land, my land.
My old big land
In the field of generations.
Listen to the dog barking and argue with the golden rooster
A winding road of homesickness
When did it get neat?
The neon of the city flew by.
You and I are both in a mirage.
The bare grass on the crooked street.
Has gone with the dream.
Listen to the quips of larks.
The land in the garden is endless.
Chapter 6: Think about my land.
I dreamed of the hoarse whistle of the valve factory again.
The morning breeze brought the sigh of the Yangtze River.
The song of birds has been invented for several years.
Cicada and Vitex negundo have become memories.
I thought of you thousands of miles away.
Think he's leaving.
Think of barren land.
Think of the dilapidated roadbed.
Think of Rhododendron manshanense
Never leave for millions of years
Think of the tears of silkworm girl
Think of the bent back of a charcoal seller.
Think of the old vegetable farmer's heavy sigh.
Think of Kameyama Cloud
Rise in the dream of homesickness
Think of aged rice wine
Think of Fu Baiju
Think of oily chestnuts.
Think of the plump White Duck Mountain.
Whistling machines came from all directions.
Think about that blue brick well.
Think about that shabby school building.
Think of the empty yard.
Think of the swallows returning to the south.
Used to nest in spring.
Macheng, my hometown
You are born beautiful.
The hat is so heavy that you can't breathe.
How I want to see your smile.
My dear land
This is the season when a hundred flowers blossom.
The earth is full of vitality.
The spring breeze dispelled the cold clouds.
May you put on your new colorful clothes as soon as possible.
Chapter 7: This land
This piece of land
-Miss my hometown
How many years ago?
I wrapped the wound with old linen.
So far, why hasn't it recovered?
(epoch-making moment)
Fire phoenix in the dark
Fire phoenix has a cold.
Will appear tonight
Populus tomentosa decorated with fire
* * Stand up a shriveled chest
Every inexplicable impulse in the dark
It will burn tonight.
Tonight is meaningless.
You shouldn't show up tonight.
The moon has a beard and the temples of the sun are gray.
This land where Populus tomentosa is buried.
Still sleeping quietly here
There is a bonfire here.
It's ice and snow here.
There used to be rice fragrance here.
But never left a footprint here.
Who said it was sunny in the morning?
Although the beach is beautiful.
Bare feet and hollow feet look better.
But the moon burnt by fire is not beautiful.
The sun is not beautiful either.
Surging waves and breasts
Growing in the gap between the sun and the moon
Is it to reproduce?
It is really over!
Who was the first to pick up the dried rice flowers?
I accidentally threw it on the ground.
Throw it into the tearful sky.
Throw it at hungry slaves.
A pair of big hands are breasts made of life.
Singing and dancing here
Here, Lulu the Bones
The pledge of eternal love has sounded here countless times.
Never seen it.
A man left with a smile.
But this is still the land that our ancestors yearned for!
Relatives who bow to the land
Get through the darkness
Light up again and again
When I put on old linen
Look at the sky
The sun and the moon became stars.
Countless watchtowers on the earth.
Pupils in their hometown
Eyes are black flames.
Burned through the linen on his shoulder.
I can't feel the painful wound.
Tired of running among rice flowers.
I didn't look back.
Never seen it.
That still burning home
Chapter 8: Heavy Report of Land
Soft flying snow with a cold story
In a winter night.
Dialogue with the land
Early spring, a thick and warm heart.
The snow melted.
Have you seen May?
The golden ears of wheat sparkled like snow.
Please use the meniscus as a sickle.
Full of grain
The pulse is silent.