The summer heat has not disappeared, and autumn has arrived.
Turn a deaf ear to chilling cries.
Sleepless at night,
Thoughts are like the tide,
My heart is like a river.
In autumn, maple leaves are enchanting
Worried about the pale face.
Listen to the rain and dry the lotus,
A reproach on the brow,
And lamented that life is old.
Selected works of writer Mu Yao
Go back to your hometown and people will be safe.
The story repeated in the dream, how many times I was awakened.
I left my hometown for thousands of miles and never came back. How many times have I been gloomy?
Someone who suddenly misses home and wants to live in that old place since childhood like me.
Leaving is exciting at first, then boring, and then missing.
I have been thinking about my hometown for a long time for several nights, looking at the' Jialing River' lying quietly-the other side, perhaps my hometown.
Depression, melancholy, living in an unknown place, maybe someone will help you, and someone will want to harm you, and I don't know how to express it.
Inexplicably, there will be a strong sense of oppression, lingering, bound and unable to break free.
There is a feeling of relying on others, many things, sadness and pain, silently enduring, humiliating and laughing, silently enduring, cheating and silently enduring.
I will look back from time to time to see how beautiful the past was, and I will talk about everything in groups of three or five.
Those who travel with you, do their best, do everything they can, and dream of adventure, go crazy with you.
Looking back occasionally, where is my hometown, and people are safe?
My her
I have a woman.
Know each other.
When we met,
Qing is a wife.
Ask me who I am when I am old.
There is a bright moon to make quilts at night and a red sun to make clothes during the day.
No one can drive you away from my heart.