Rough big hands, clasped together.
It feels like holding a bumper harvest of wheat.
Some fellow villagers under the sky
It's really nice to meet you in Hangzhou.
Let's climb this mountain.
And take a group photo on it
We hugged each other tightly.
Touch the glass and forget your hometown brother.
It's getting dark, and Brother Dong's hat is very white.
Get off the bus and turn around for the last time.
Brother Dong's hat is very white.
As white as white.
Hey, friend, don't say you're sorry.
I do admire you! How does the Yellow River water flow out of heaven?
Like a poem, it drowned everything!
Not far from five, April day.
Not bad, actually. You don't have to feel everyone.
The seasons themselves can easily rotate.
Give up the wisdom under the stone
China is like this, always turning left.
Silently aware of the pain to the right in the soul.