sand
The sun shines on a white beach.
Our footprints are printed on the beach.
We walked by the river.
The river churned in the wind.
We called a ferry.
But the sound was blown away by the wind.
hope
Dream friend
Fantasy sisters
That's my own shadow.
But always walk in front of you
As invisible as light.
As unstable as the wind.
Between her and you
There is always a distance.
Like a bird outside the window.
Like clouds in the sky
Like a butterfly by the river
Cunning and beautiful.
You go up, she flies.
If you ignore her, she will kick you out.
She will always be with you.
Until you stop breathing
Snow fell on the land of China.
Snow fell on the land of China.
The cold is blocking China. ...
Wind,
Like a sad old woman.
Followed closely,
Hold out your cold fingers,
Pulling the skirts of pedestrians.
In a language as old as the land,
I never stopped talking for a moment. ...
Appear in the forest,
Driving a carriage,
You China farmer,
Wearing a fur hat,
Braving the heavy snow,
Where are you going?
I'm telling you,
I'm also a descendant of farmers-
Thanks to you,
A face with painful wrinkles,
I can be so profound,
I see,
People living on the grassland,
The hardships of years.
And I,
I'm not happier than you,
-Lying on the river of time,
The wave of suffering,
Swallowed me once and rolled me up several times-
Vagrancy and imprisonment,
I lost the most precious time of my youth,
My life,
Like your life,
The same haggard.
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
By the river on a snowy night,
A small oil lamp moves slowly,
On that shabby Wu Peng ship,
Reflecting the light, hanging his head,
Who is sitting there?
Ah, you,
A young woman with a dirty face,
Is it ... or not
Your home,
That happy and warm little nest—
Is a violent enemy,
Did it burn down?
Is it ... or not
On a night like this,
Without the protection of men,
In the fear of death,
Have you ever been teased by enemy bayonets?
Well, on such a cold night,
Countless,
Our elderly mother,
Curled up in a home that doesn't belong to you,
Just like foreigners,
I don't know about tomorrow's wheels,
What kind of journey do you want to embark on?
-Besides,
The road of China,
Is so rugged,
It's too muddy.
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
Through the grassland on a snowy night,
Those areas swallowed up by the fire,
Countless land cultivators,
Lost their livestock,
Lost fertile land,
Squeeze in,
In the dirty alley of despair of life;
Hungry land,
Towards the dark sky,
Ask for help,
Trembling arms.
The pain and disaster in China,
As vast and long as this snowy night!
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
China,
Mine, at night without lights,
The feeble verse says,
Can I give you some warmth?