The moon in my hometown is not black.
Light up the sky in my hometown with love.
Not shy at all.
Draw a circle with your eyes.
Decorate the whole night sky
Let the days have no regrets.
Warm the whole earth
Spread the vastness of life
Every flowering
Let the family smile.
Every stare
Let the wanderer burst into tears.
Every time I hang up.
Make the wine smell stronger.
Every stroke
Make life sweeter
You are the messenger of happiness.
Let the mother have more expectations.
You are a happy angel.
Get the whole family together
You are a sad memory.
Can evoke the pain of the past
You are hard liquor.
Can remind people of their loved ones.
perhaps
Your eyes are clear water.
perhaps
Your back is a firm mountain.
When I hold your hand
My heart finally understands what responsibility is.
When reading your story
Happiness will always be with you.
Look at the moon with wine.
You are a happy eye.
Every corner you pass.
The light is destined to be just around the corner.
bow one's head in meditation
You are the face of memory.
It's been popular for too many years.
It used to be so still.
Fishing boats in Honghu Lake sing at night, and the night is gorgeous.
Drill into the fisherman's net
Accompanied by the song of summer insects
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The moonlight of that ship is a needle.
Night is a line.
In the waves, there is a colorful king.
It's a pair of crickets singing in pairs.
When the night breeze caresses the night.
Weave into a fishing fire
Light the waves in the river.
Precipitate at the fingertips
A period of calluses
I left my hometown to make a living that year.
Since then, my hometown has become my concern.
What did I get after I left my hometown?
In the midst of noise, full of melancholy.
In retrospect, I often have inexplicable palpitations.
My hometown is always haunted. A place.
I go back to my hometown to worship my ancestors every year.
How can this comfort my homesickness?
My hometown seems to never change.
It is always green and still.
I haven't changed in front of it either.
Until one day my sideburns grew white hair. ...
I used to look for memories of my childhood school on the mountain road.
I also lamented the vicissitudes of time in front of the ruins in the yard.
There seems to be a voice of mother pestle in the pond.
In a trance, I returned to that sad time.
Wandering around the world, you are the dock where I set sail.
You were the cradle of my life all the way.
Hometown, you will always wait for me here.
I'm afraid my reward is just an empty bag.