Author: He Piao
One night in my dream, XuanYuanShi wrote to me and mentioned his mother.
Injuries, skin injuries and heart injuries are too numerous to mention.
2 1 century, riding a fast horse on the wind.
Coming to her chest, the stethoscope concluded that she was ill.
As soon as I asked, she picked up the photo of Tomb-Sweeping Day and covered her tears.
Shut up. There's no way to know what the terms are.
I knocked on my mother's door and decided to ask about the yellow mud dust.
The heavy rain wiped the glue off the paper roll and covered it with rough waves.
I use waterfall as my pen and sunset as my inkstone.
What she recorded was the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, Luoyang, the ancient capital of the Nine Dynasties.
I thought she was just a heart disease, maybe her children thought too little.
When she was found baking in the hot sun of machine civilization
Upper vomiting and diarrhea, abdominal distension, convulsion, panic
I only saw a white horse walking step by step under the night and returning to the geese.
In a lonely room, anxiety turned silver.
Mother's tears, dark hands caressing her rough forehead.
Rotation day and night, time flies.
Qingtongxia, Hetao, Hukou and Tongguan
Poetry was chopped into pieces of years and rolled and ran.
East to the Bohai Sea, Tao Pan sprayed green glaze.
Countless people taste the delicious food baked for five thousand years.
Carnivores have so much food, but you have lost weight.
Mother does a lot of work, hoeing and carrying plows.
Reclaim fields, ponds, high slopes and barren hills.
Plug in the shepherd's whip and gallop.
Flags and horns, soldiers and soldiers, roam the sky.
Town demon tower, attic drinking, emperor sacrifice
The melancholy of people who have no reason to go out to the west.
Loneliness of the Long March
Plus a full boat, crossing several dams.
Her throat inflammation is getting worse and worse, surrounded by wind and sand.
Lumbar muscle strain, common cold, sudden hypertension
Those hobbies when I was young, playing the pipa.
Wine, floating clouds, camel bells on horseback
Dragging a tired figure, I had to shake my head.
I cried in my mother's arms.
She is still working hard, and the harder she works, the more tired she is.
Breast shriveled, wrinkled and vicissitudes.
Lonely cigarette pen in the desert, I write a report.
Please save the asthmatic mother on the loess back.