More is a sad modern poem describing returning home.

Back home

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 ...