Ponds in winter,
Lonely as an old man's heart—
A painstaking effort that has experienced the world;
Ponds in winter,
As dry as an old man's eyes—
Worn by hard work;
Ponds in winter,
As barren as an old man's hair—
Hair is as thin and gray as frost grass.
Ponds in winter,
As gloomy as a sad old man—
An old man hunched his back under a gloomy sky.
2, "Handcart" Ai Qing
In the area where the Yellow River flows.
At the bottom of countless dry rivers
A cart with only one wheel.
Make a harsh sound and shake the gloomy sky.
Bud overcame cold and silence.
From the foot of the mountain
To the foot of the mountain
It echoes the sadness of the people in the north.
On a cold day
Between poor villages and small villages
Trolley with independent wheels
Deep rutting on the gray loess layer
Across the vast desert
From this road
Which way?
Intertwined with the sadness of the people in the north.