Original poem:
I have been looking for the blue sky that has been in my heart.
Over the years, I have traveled almost half of China.
I have experienced lush southern China and cold northern China.
But the sky I can see when I look up is far less beautiful and blue than my heart.
Shuttle through the rolling mountains and across the magnificent rivers and seas.
I have seen the sky, and white clouds are floating in the boundless expanse.
With that kind of light blue, I can hardly be shocked and intoxicated.
I like the white clouds wandering in the blue sky and the colors that complement each other.
It is the color in my dream, and I remember when I was young.
The blue sky in my memory is particularly bright, even the intersection of white clouds.
The reason why it is so moving, I think, must contain sacred expectations.
At least it carries my childhood dreams.
I once carved that piece of cleanliness, and it will be fixed in forever.
The blue and white in my heart is flawless in white and clear in blue.
As innocent as a childhood dream, so am I many years later.
I want to support my heart with my strong arms.
Hold up a blue sky, but the sea and sky are cold.
Let the sudden sadness make it so far away from me.
I know that sky, maybe it's just me, a beautiful wish.
My feelings for the platform are also hard to say.
People who have been soldiers have an unforgettable pain on the platform.
In fact, I'm afraid it reminds me of the past, too much separation.
What is left to us is a story that is hard to give up.
Standing on the platform, we can't bear to look back and see those sincere tears.
The years will still pass, and the train is still speeding.
It crosses the rolling mountains and rivers and seas under the iron bridge.
Through the lush south, through the cold north.
Through the blue sky, through the white clouds
Through the dream in my heart, I am used to storing my feelings.
I am used to writing some words about my mood.
People sometimes become narrow-minded, and I just want to tell myself.
When shrinking, don't compete with yourself and others.
Don't compete with life, be serious when you should be.
When you are confused, you are confused. Life is always inevitable.
The road under your feet is inevitably high and low.
Then, in front of life, if everything goes smoothly, we must be calm and practical.
When you have a bad day, take a break-in order to go further.
I don't know the blue sky, the platform for parting.
Is there some inevitable connection between the ups and downs of mood and the road of life?
But I want to write down these feelings, and my life will not be pale.
Because in my heart, the blue sky has always been clean and eternal.