You are the blue and white of the sky, you are the bitterness in the rice field, you are the cloud that suddenly appears at the other end of the mountain, and you are the rain trace that inexplicably disappears at the other end of the mountain. You know the barren land in the wild, and you bow down to heaven and earth all the year round just for the wind and rain. The weather is fine and the rain is smooth. You still don't get up, and your forehead touches the earth and stone. May God bless the people you love.
You are a gull heron in the shallows, you are a forest on the sandbar, you are a washerwoman with sleeves on the other side of the river, and you are a flushed cowherd on this side of the river. Some people say that you don't understand ordinary love, but you don't talk. You just silently threw the stone in your hand into the river, and the ripples rippled around. In Shui Ying, the girl washing clothes slowly looked up, her eyes half angry and half resentful, and her face seemed ashamed and happy. You left without a word.
You are the red and white asphalt road on the playground, you are the tears that people can't wipe away, you are the dust that jumps in the air, and you are the winter sunshine that insists on coming to me even though you cross Qian Shan. You have never introduced yourself to anyone, so many people don't know you yet. How lucky I happen to know you.
You are a monster shouting in an old proverb, you are a monster in an old dream, you are a swift river, and you are a rock cave. You scared many children to cry, but you are wronged, because you are just a person who doesn't know the truth and is left out.
You are the seasoning bag enjoyed by many people in instant noodles, you are the mint stuffed in your pocket, you are the rustling wind in the decadent bamboo forest, and you are the swing hammock that has been idle for a long time under the banyan tree. Everyone knows that you have witnessed many people's carefree old days, but only a few people know that every carefree person will take your heart when he grows up. You cried and it rained. Rain ran down the back of the tiles, wetting the instep and palms.
You are an ingenious green tree and a red flower, you are a charming water belt, you are an ethereal cloud that cannot be embraced, and how much you look forward to the south without snow. You once looked forward to the distance, but there were always so many obstacles that you couldn't take a step and could only stop here. Over time, there is only disappointment in my heart, and my yearning is gone.
You are a hasty farewell, a silent reunion, a flustered pace, an unstable breath, a picture hanging on the bedside, and an ideal wardrobe.
You say that you are actually afraid of being forgotten, but you know that you are helpless, just like you hate parting, but what you contact most all day is parting. Just like you don't like to cry, but you are always easily deceived by the gentle words of others. Just like you are afraid of the dark, but you can't get rid of it. You can only wait for the morning through the window and look forward to the stars at night.
You are a short stay, you are a long-term vagrant. You are a fork in your hair that can't be cut off. You are a spider web that will form when the house is idle for a long time.
You are a ruin, you are desolate, you are eternal, and you are looking around.
You are gentle, light, caring and nourishing.
You only have a few pens, but you make me love you so much.
You are a book, a book without a cover.
You are a dream, a dream that will fade when you wake up.
Your name is hometown.