Text/Li Zhijie
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An old tea tree with branches
< p> Through the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynastiesSwinging clusters of new green
When the spring breeze rises, the tips of the leaves
fall into the teacup in the hand
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In the fragrance of Yingying tea, my mother
floated out of my eyes
The tea leaves picked by my mother
Blooming in the water, wetting my lips and teeth
Family love, soaking up my body
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You stretch out your body
< p> The water in the cup turned greenWhen you were the most plump and round
It seemed like I was the only one
Living in your fragrance
< p> Tiredness, tiredness and confusionDisappear on the tips of your leaves
Dissolve quietly into a cup of tea
Bitterness passes through the intestines and stomach
Wisdom rises from the bottom of the heart
Ripples trap this life and the next
Mountains
Bare mountains
protrude from the depths of the earth
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Solemn, dull and heavy
No green
Pieces of brown rocks
Stacked memories on fire
At the foot of the mountain, When my father was digging the soil
The sun was shining fiercely
My father was carrying the shadow of the mountain
Tears welled up in my eyes
Pink butterfly
A pink butterfly, flying on the windowsill
Inside and outside the glass
Two butterflies are exactly the same
Bring me tenderness and tranquility
They stretched out their hands in a trance
They turned sideways and tilted their wings
Quickly passed through the gaps between fingers
Silence spread in my heart, I ...
The rough joints of your fingers are a little stiff
Empty chair
Your hand touches the empty chair
The color of the inside of the chair back is different White
That's him, the color has been worn away from his body
The two armrests are smooth and shiny
The marks of his fingers are shining
His body temperature falls on the chair
Little by little, it accumulates in the palm of your hand