Author A Zi
( 1)
The farther north you go.
It's getting blue.
A fluent local accent.
They are all dragons.
A deja vu face
Cold in the north
It is the warmth of the package under the cotton-padded clothes.
Pu yi da kang
A pot of aged wine
Let the fiery body
pernoctation
The Gate of the North
burst through
It's all smiles that are saved.
That crumpled one
Wrinkle-free
Time and time again, waiting
year after year
I don't know
How to express
Is the best missing.
Until now, I didn't understand.
He who can carry it on his chest will be like a father.
Speech poverty
(2)
I like ...
Look at the snow on the tree.
be just like
Visiting my past.
At that time, it was white.
After wandering in Baicheng
Every winter
In a foreign land, the most painful memory
Those snows
After I cried
Hide in the days of laughter
No, it's been so many years.
As soon as you leave, it's so far away.
(3)
It's time to get home.
It's four forty-five in the morning.
I can't bear to wake up my dream.
In the waiting room
Let yourself, straight
Standing in front of my hometown
first half of the night
I'm sure I didn't sleep.
guess
Surprised
The train that took me there.
How many stops are there near home?
at present
I came back at night.
Wait for the sun to rise.
Waiting for illumination
I miss the reunion day and night.
(4)
Today, off-year
The weather is colder than usual
Bought paper money, snacks, wine and cigarettes.
Go to the elm forest in the suburbs
Looking for my father for the New Year.
Father is there.
Lived for more than twenty years.
How many times has the house number been changed?
Look, still look like that.
through the years
Always, some special days.
Meet my father in my dream.
Every time, ask
Is it cold there?
Do you have cotton-padded clothes to wear?
I can't stop talking every time.
Endless mourning
Listen to the old man's heart
Where my father lives.
It was another heavy day.
I still, once.
Hope again
On the edge of the sky and the sky
With my father, once.
Hello again.
I still am.
Every time I see my father,
Bring food, cigarettes and drinks.
Although, the old people also said.
The leader.
Don't eat people
(5)
The wind of hometown, passing through
project
Another street
Stand my black hair up.
Kiss, curl
Golden youth
Hometown, that's great.
You can coquetry under the old lady's crooked eyebrows.
Listen to her. When I was a kid.
I'm on a windy day
Hear the story of my father's footsteps
You can open the old box.
Smell it. It smells like camphor.
Hometown, that's great.
All day.
Lying in a big soft bed in my hometown.
Chase, a large group
A piece of sunshine
Dried hands and feet are afraid of cold.
You can put on old clothes
From morning till night, always face the sky.
Eat from morning till night.
Reach for water.
You can forget the distance for a while.
Forget it, it's in the suitcase.
There is also a return ticket.
(6)
It's getting light.
Paste, red tracery
Paste, red couplets
Red sun, good morning.
Wait at the window, outside the door, etc.
As soon as the door opened, the window opened.
Red and auspicious
Just strode in.
All morning
Busy, reunion dinner
Busy, running around
A big table of food
This is an old habit.
It's all old.
They are all thick.
Miss the past.
In my hometown
The days suddenly passed slowly.
Even firecrackers and paper flowers flying.
Will float into a kind of beauty.
One in the past
Only romance.
Familiar streets and lanes
Familiar from time to time
Or unfamiliar faces appear.
Yes, I have.
Ask questions, ask questions
You asked, short and hot.
It's also warm.
strange
I'll turn my head and look at you.
Guess you, don't you
Of all the people he knows,
Which one?
Whose relatives?
(7)
It is said that a snowstorm is coming.
I am in front of the snow.
Bye, mom.
Farewell, the wrinkled one.
If you don't give up, you have to give up face
Close the door.
I can't see clearly with my muddy eyes.
Red couplets on the door
What stroke is it? What time is it now?
Just remember
Hold on to waiting
Will wait for me completely.
Go home for the New Year.
Farewell sunset.
Please don't.
Catch up with me again.
Go back and see my mother for me.
Talk her out of it.
Dull standing at the window.
Empty, under the eaves
That red lantern
You are my mother who looks forward to my spring.
You should stay with her.
Zai Chun
I
Zaiqiu
Welcome me back again, another one.
Winter covered with snow
in fact
No matter how many years you have suffered outside.
No matter how many days you are tired outside.
Where I am, it is home.
A mother who is getting older every year.
Yes, the year I want to spend.