In September, I returned to a barren and miserable village.
Autumn under the diaojiao building, lying in a cold old house.
Can't see the beauty of the classical China countryside.
There is no traffic in the building, and thorns grow like beards.
Every sweet song comes from a fallen pine tree.
Ruined the love of youth and the lost memory.
Every remaining tree has taken root.
When the sun sets, autumn flies.
Who is still stirring up a clear spring in a quiet valley well?
The faded head is green, and the steps are difficult.
Eighty-five-year-old wrinkles embroidered a historical suit.
2. You can't go back to your hometown
No one can understand my sadness at this time.
Walking on the desolate land of my hometown
Loneliness drives me, loneliness drives me.
A row of dilapidated wooden houses with hanging feet
Old people died one after another.
There are fewer people in the stockade.
Keep your eyes open, sometimes you're not sure.
Poverty covered the whole stockade face.
The flat dam in front of the door is covered with crazy weeds.
A flock of wild birds are flying around.
The house is falling down.
The roof is covered with bird droppings.
The stone road extends from the courtyard to loneliness.
The beautiful story is covered with moss.
Where is the song?
Where is the dance?
Because those wizards and singers died one after another.
My hometown has become an empty nest village.
9. Night in my hometown
We still use the fragments of barrels scattered in this light to build land and villages.
Swan's big belly burns like my black hair in the lake.
Now I am a tramp in the village, which is very difficult for all my sisters.
A patient covered in sad mud and full of love.
Those of us who pursue knowledge all die of misfortune.
The traces of years pounce on our cheeks and old faces.
Let our swan swell in the arms of others.
We prodigals of knowledge are threshing in our hometown.
Always hold a bachelor and be a bachelor all your life.
Guarding these abandoned villages of darkness and night.
Night in the village is thousands of miles away at dawn.
These bachelors drank till dawn by the light of Chang 'e.
There is a big barrel of rice wine, a woman and a group of men on the table.
* * * When the wine is exhausted, share the happiness and pain of a lifetime.
The barrel smashed on the threshold of my hometown.
We still use the fragments of barrels scattered in this light to build land and villages.
This is me and all the people who pursue knowledge in my hometown.
We are a group of people abandoned by love and youth.
At the same time, suffering from misfortune and thunderstorm, Chang 'e is only in the sky after all.
Our swan always flies into other people's arms.
We have sleepless nights and flowers that are difficult to wear. We are drunk on the ground at night in our hometown.
Lying in my hometown at night studying hunger and crime.
We still use the fragments of barrels scattered in this light to build land and villages.
All the sisters are married to other parties, we prodigals.
Walking on the mountain ridge, holding a barrel and looking up.
The nightingale of love runs out of blood. These nights are our lives.
10, Hometown Tour
When I walked in my hometown, the dust blew head on.
Crazy grass flooded my feet.
I saw modern bricks cut into classical houses.
I stand on the decadent bridge.
Like standing on the shoulders of working people, I burst into tears.
Only the strong wind blew away the tears on the empty Yuan Ye.
I can't hold back the breath of that era called desolation.
The mountains in the distance are still shaking, just like ten years ago.
Like thousands of years ago, the sky is full of dark clouds.
The sun turns from left to right.
The children are streaking in the lovely fields.
My world at this time is half black and half bright.