----To the forty years of reform and opening up
In the late 1970s
An old man
opened the window on the south wall
A crack was opened
We stood on the window crack
Looking at the colorful kaleidoscope
After the long cold winter
The north wind exhausted its last strength
and collapsed
The wind from the south blew by
Blow open the window
p>Bell-bottom pants and flowered shirts are blown here
Toad mirrors and Sanyo are blown here
Young men and women
In Teresa Teng’s decadence In the sound
Swinging together
The wind from the south blew slowly
Wrinkling a pool of spring water
Blowing the green desolation fields
Blown away the flowers on the farmers’ faces
I can finally let go
Drink from a big bowl
Chew steamed buns< /p>
The wind from the south blew by in gusts
It blew up the buildings in the city
It widened the road to the sky
It came. Beetles all over the ground
But we are trapped in
a concrete jungle
unable to escape