cold night
The wind tests sentimentality.
Home is in heaven.
Worried dreams are scattered in a foreign land
Gliding meteor
Through the black barrier of the night
There is one on the road at the entrance to the village.
Looking forward to Xiao Fang.
early morning
Smoke indicates the direction.
wind bell
To the shepherd boy's flute
change from weak to strong
Telling about childhood used to be
Write it in this place
A pleasant image
The old wall near the foot of the mountain.
The long-lost breath is getting better step by step.
Sniffing has been madly merged.
The smell of fried eggs with leeks
Singing nursery rhymes for thousands of years
Knocked on the door of the yard
Jump into a happy room
A desert island in the heart
Since then, the frost has dried up.
Mubian warm sun
Night: light
I'm on a trip to the south.
My eyes are full of stars.
Silver hands with rustling leaves.
The tiredness of touching the earth
I stepped on the light.
Go straight north.
Dawn poked out the deer's head from a distance.
on the way home
Dawn brings light.
On the way home, the sun was shining and the leaves rustled.
I betrayed my father.
Step on the lamp
As if with a poem.
It's full of local accents, saying it's dawn
hometown
Squeeze a handful of dirt from home.
Scattered in a lonely heart
Taste a cup of clear spring in my hometown.
Sprinkle it on a thirsty heart
Let the seeds of missing
Lying in a soft home
Drinking sweet country spring water.
Germinate, take root, grow ...