Always in the same strain as the land
All the promises and pursuits
Infiltrate into the muscle marrow of the soil bit by bit.
Condensed into my garden and pen plough
When the soul is deeply embedded in this land
I follow the artistic conception of endless thinking.
Create brilliance in the journey of life
The wind in the reclamation area holds up an atmosphere for me.
A drum, a circle and a fragrant thought
The surging emotion of green waves.
Like a breeze, like a drizzle, more like autumn sunshine.
Indulge in the fruit.
The author's deep sleep.
Light from the roots
Shining in my rich countryside
The significance and strength of living between pen and plow
My country poems
Dirty ballads, the purity of the grass.
Looking at the land that lost blood after harvest.
A grateful whisper
Self-weak chest broke out again