Growing emotional context
Childhood with green mountains and green waters
Has been hidden in the yard with gray tiles and stone walls.
Frequent calls
There is still light smoke in the dusk.
The story in that dream
Wake up alone.
Drunk and lonely
So far away from home, the local accent is drifting away. I have been looking for it in my memory.
Last night, I suddenly heard the bamboo flute, the fence was sparse, and I lost it in the green house.
Looking for hometown in June, there are fragrant stars and bamboo seas all over the sky, and bamboo leaves are the writing paper of acacia.
When you screened out the dancing beautiful images for me, did you lick my long-missed forehead? On the way home, sad tears ran through the moss.
In June, you sewed up my aching acacia. Do you want to see me? I feel sorry for you. I'm here for you.