Farewell to you
We are the remnants
Selected from the daytime
To prove that night does exist
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And gathered
White flowers and pine leaves were draped on their arms
Take another sip of water
Purple weeds were about to grow under their feet
Growing up gently between our necks
The mountains slide across our foreheads
An old hillock
Deep Unpredictable
Legend has it that we will be back soon
Toes dug into the red mud
Head against the woods
To make memories in autumn and winter
For the secret joy of my daughter
For the pain of loneliness at dawn
So many nights are included in our hearts
I don’t need dark green teeth
I am not the moon
I will not swallow the wolves on the grassland
The cry of the old man
Filling the wilderness
While alive
I have reserved hair
Tobacco leaves are drought
Moonlight is water< /p>
Take turns to spend the long night
Village, my river of joys and sorrows
Now I want to sleep, sleep
Put your Graveyards and knees to me
The clay that fed me
Bloomed flowers on my face
Farewell to you again
< p>I found so many small spots covering the wildernessThe strong wind and thatch in the Qinling Mountains
Lying on the old man’s back
I finally couldn’t figure it out
The body is a mystery
Farewell to you
No bird breaks the waves of the grave village
No dance can Complete the epiphany
The sun never forgives us
The days never forgive us
The wall rushes to explain everything before resurrection
China The burdened oxen
Leave a memory like this
Farewell to you
Go to a leeward place
Talk to the silent one
Please put your hand into my eyes
Find out the bronze and wheat
The terracotta warriors and horses speak secret words from long ago
Remorse The fingers will gradually stay
After the old people die
Before the children are happy
Only my head is left, laboring and crying
Support
The sun and rain are like many clothes hanging in the fields
Through them by countless people
Only me Still
Farewell to you
I am in the sand
Looking for words for myself and future insects
Looking for another one that can fly Food
And the loess, the loess worked hard to bury us, the sunset over the long river
Stretch your hands to me
The mouth that opened later
Fill it with your black seeds
The barn stands on the field
No need to look up
When you stretch out your hand, it will produce leaves
< p>There is no need to even say goodbyeNo need to bury
Old man, you are still alive
You must continue to live
One branch always needs Fallen flowers
Tie down
The two branches will extend into roots