Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and live.
Delingha ... Tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
Tonight, highland barley belongs only to himself.
Everything is growing.
I only have beautiful Gobi sky tonight.
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.
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Sister, I'm in Delingha tonight? Night fell over.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I am empty-handed at the end of the grassland.
I can't keep a tear when I am sad.
Sister, I am in Delingha tonight.
This is a desolate city in the rain.
Except those who pass by and live.
Delingha ... Tonight.
This is the only, final and lyrical.
This is the only, last, grassland.
I returned the stone to the stone.
Let the victory of victory
Tonight, highland barley belongs only to himself.
Everything is growing.
I only have beautiful Gobi sky tonight.
Sister, I don't care about humans tonight, I just want you.
Brother to brother
Central south
When he left, there was falling snow in the sky, which fell on the hurried pedestrians and in my heart. As a person who has lived for a long time and is familiar with all aspects of the world, I seem to have completely ignored the last snow scene this winter, followed him silently, looked at his familiar and slightly thin figure, and fell into deep meditation. ...
More than twenty years ago, he and I came to this house successively. He plays the elder brother and I play the younger brother. Our childhood came with mud and pig grass.
It was in the second half of the 1970s, and those who had just set things right still had the nervousness of the Gang of Four, fearing that another group of revolutionary class enemies would come one day, so most of them were honest and dutiful. Life in the countryside is still so dull and tasteless, and the life of farmers is still so hungry. Without a fixed source and food and clothing security, most of them can only live on their own acres of land. In order to make ends meet, her mother keeps a few chickens and a pig as a source of living expenses.
I remember that before going to school, our daily compulsory course was one person and one cage of pig grass. On the field, we race against time. After finishing the work, it is our freest and happiest time. Without the supervision of adults, my brother led me to run wildly in the village, with no goal and no time. Tired of running, we play with clay figurines with loess and mud. I have no extraordinary imagination. It seems that at that time, his thinking was particularly active. He can knead beautiful, lifelike and attractive heads of various animals in three to five minutes, so every time I cry, he always takes out a mud-kneading animal from behind to coax me. Later, when I went to primary school, I still liked the muddy animals he pinched. Years later, I always remember the scene at that time. Maybe I was born in the Loess Plateau since I was a child, so it is natural and unnatural to have an indissoluble bond with this loess mud.
There are many stories about childhood, which are memories and forgetfulness. ...