I really want to have that life,
So when I was bullied,
You can go to another world,
Live with dignity again.
I really want to have that life,
So my mother, who died in a long journey,
You can be in another world,
Healthy and happy.
Maybe the world over there is too far away,
otherwise ...
Otherwise, I love my mother the most,
Why didn't you come back to see me for so long?
Maybe the world over there is too big,
otherwise
Otherwise, it is obvious that I have repented and called in my heart for thousands of times.
How could she not hear?
That world.
I wish it were so far away, so big and so beautiful!
Not because of my negativity,
Just for the people closest to me,
Happiness and inner peace.
Everyone says the world is beautiful,
All kinds of past lives are gone,
Start over,
Maybe it's really good.
2. "read you"
Open the thread-bound book mother conveniently.
On thirty-two pieces of paper
A drunken pastoral wind is blowing slowly.
Mother at sunrise
I'm holding it in my hand at the moment
In the smell of kitchen smoke, ruminate back and forth.
Read it to you, mom.
Read it every day when facing the loess and facing the sky.
Look at the way you nurse me
Nourishes the village and the water and soil here.
Clear the frost with ice.
Plate it with shallow sadness.
Read it to you, mom.
Read the heartfelt words in your Sleepless Lights at the West Window.
All the way across Qian Shan.
For me, stroking the dust all the way
Tread in the footsteps of my foreign land
Quietly plant homesickness
How many vagrants are there in their bags?
Full of such heavy expectations.
How many songs and cries
Born affectionately in this book.
Take this holiday to write all your love in your heart.
That blessing is not old, and that bitter and holy word is moist.
Mom, mom!