the grandma's penghu bay
Hometown love poems/bamboo wine
"One" stone mill
An ancient creaking sound.
Finally, blindfold.
Donkeys never tire of kicking.
The grain was ground into powder.
It is strange that
No matter how you go, you can't find it.
It exudes an attractive nose and mouth fragrance.
So, in the endless desire.
bravely
Chasing in place.
I hope you will never reach your goal.
Two reels
Charmingly
Years are in the wet emotion of the well rope
Injected too much heartbreak.
Buckets after buckets.
Deduct one's fatigue
But I have never been able to achieve inner perfection.
Mature thoughts
Panting
You'll never finish lifting it.
Water in the bottom of the well
"three" wall roots
winter
Snow layer at the root of the north wall
Slowly seep into fields and wheat fields
Cold and humid air
It seems to be talking about a monotonous children's play.
Xiangyangchu
An old man in a sheepskin coat
In the coughing and wheezing of smoke
Complaining about the coming year over and over again
A thirst for harvest
An old woman who took the lead.
Take a sip of water.
Look back lightly chastising at the woodpile next to it.
Curled doll
Year after year.
Walk out of one mountain after another.
In the layers of thoughts
But never go out.
The Root of Hometown Wall of Homesickness