Who * * * I am drifting away.
The sky is boundless and boundless.
Be strangers together
Hui Yu is full of feelings.
Local accent travels thousands of miles around the heart.
Autumn grass turns yellow and dew turns into frost.
Where is the bright moon?
Everyone goes to the local accent.
Just for a window.
The wind and rain are still continuous.
The Yangtze River flows back to hometown.
The sky is high and the clouds are far away
Bow your head and sigh with tears
Nanshan Nanbei Haibei
Thoughts are flying and confused.
Memories thousands of miles away
Cool rain adds new worries.
The wild goose flies under the phoenix tree.
Mother still looked at the village.
Two lines of white temples and a thousand lines of tears.
How can we get three spring scenery?
When I was a child, in order to go out and see the outside world, I had to leave my hometown where the grass grows and the warbler flies, and my amiable mother.
Standing beside the buttonwood tree at the entrance of the village, I bid farewell to my mother and watched the distant geese disappear, but at this time I was also full of confusion.
I firmly believe that the world is so big that there is always room for me, so I went to Anhui. Although there is an infinite burning passion hidden in my heart, as a stranger, I am inevitably a little disappointed and lost. At this time, Hui Yu came over and touched me affectionately, as if he had heard a local accent thousands of miles away, giving me comfort and encouragement.
Autumn has always been sad, indeed. Get up in the morning, open the window and look far away. Yellow hay in autumn is covered with a thick layer of frost. At night, a bright moon hangs quietly in the night sky. I can't help thinking, bright moon, are you the bright moon in the south?
The bustling city is still full of traffic, and I am lonely in the crowd. I don't know how many of them are like me, and I don't know if they are still familiar with the old local accent. Unconsciously, the endless wind and rain hit, and some of the people who fled everywhere returned to their warm homes to enjoy family happiness, and some. Only the water overlooking the Yangtze River entrusted their thoughts.
Whenever I look up at the sky, I will quietly look at the direction of the cloud, and I don't know if it is the cloud in my hometown. At this time, thinking of my mother thousands of miles away, thinking of my haunted hometown, I silently bowed my head, my thoughts crowded with joy and tears filled my eyes.
Finally, I went to the south by train. Sometimes there are mountains outside the window, sometimes there are rapids and rivers. Anyway, the carrier outside the window is too small to accommodate the mixed feelings in my heart. Because there are too many memories about me on this road, and the cutting is still chaotic.
Back to my hometown, it was raining lightly, falling on me, seeping into my heart, pulling my thoughts of my mother. I have been away for several years, and I don't know what happened to my mother. Guilt and self-blame are rapidly growing in my heart.
When I came to the familiar village entrance, the plane tree remained the same, and the geese flew south, no longer confused. Suddenly I found a rickety figure in the distance, facing the buttonwood tree.
That's my mother. I stood up. When I was getting closer and closer to her, I found a little more snow on my mother's temples, and tears glistened in my eyes. I fought back the tears in my eyes because she said that a man should never be made to cry. I thought about my ignorance, and then I looked at the old man who struggled with loneliness in the silent passage of time. I can't help asking myself how long I will be selfish.
It's time to grow old with you.