Wild chrysanthemums are everywhere.
All smiles in the autumn wind.
Swing proudly in the sun
Bright yellow stings my eyes and dazzles me.
Shining with the light of golden soul.
The fragrance of herbs in Wanganshan Town is floating.
It's too far from the city.
I can't see the smoke.
Can't smell the noise.
Stay away from falsehood and impetuousness
Not lonely or troubled.
Stick to a quiet place.
I really want to cook a bowl of chrysanthemum soup.
Spill the world
Heal the seriously injured soul of mankind.
chrysanthemum
After being absent for 30 years.
Go home today.
Take advantage of this double ninth festival evening
Appreciate the intimate scenery of childhood.
Climb to the top of Chrysanthemum Mountain in front of the village.
Wild chrysanthemums are in full bloom on the hillside
At the foot of the mountain is a rocky river.
A flock of white sheep are grazing on the beach.
Next to it is a little woman and child with wicker in her hand.
Looking up at her grandfather's face.
They are talking.
Laughter drifted away with the running water.
Mother looked for the mountain.
The sun sets outside the mountain.
The sky is quiet and high.
Xia Guang is meditating on this chrysanthemum mountain.
The evening breeze blew a wisp of medicinal incense.
Mother pointed to grandpa and grandson by the river.
Her father fell off a tower crane in a big city.
Mother left her and remarried to the distant Lingnan.
Grandma died of a stroke the year before last.
My little brother drowned playing with water in summer.
Leave grandpa and grandson to live alone.
In a corner of this bustling world
There is such a tragic scene.
Bend down and pick a man named Qiuhua.
Put it on the tip of your nose.
Close your eyes and smell its bitter medicine.
My heart is sad in the dusk