Poetry/water in the sky
Exquisite grains are often seen in busy streets.
Be abandoned
Like a dying life being abandoned behind people's conscience.
Feel the beating heart under our thick fat?
How did these young heads arrive through time and space with these time thicknesses?
Oxygen-deficient snow-capped mountains, how can those red and hard lives satisfy their hunger with snow?
There is also an ambush grassland. How did our predecessors come from wild vegetables and grassroots?
Continue the revolutionary torrent
Food, food, you accidentally fainted on the side of the road and left your hometown.
There is no land at all. I often see your bony hand in classical poems.
Show the world-there are hungry bones on the road
There is also an epic of blood and tears, which will alert the ages.
Today, the land is rich, the body is full, but the people's hearts are increasingly barren.
Let's go to the roadside and look at those fallen bones again.
Now it is above food.
There is no blood and tears in my heart.
Today, we all shed the blood of our ancestors.
Picking up food by the roadside.
Warn our children and grandchildren like scars