1 Motherland
The leaves in the distance are yellow and close to the earth.
The fruit is waiting for you to pick.
It's like picking autumn in a dream.
Pick all the flowers and bind them into a book.
Send it to a distant place.
The birds there just took off.
The story there can only be understood in dreams.
My motherland, a place that has experienced difficulties and smears.
It is full of the horizon that has disappeared.
A crow is looking after the rusty iron lock there.
Let raindrops eat away at iron.
All the songs trembled across the wooden bridge.
In the distance beyond life
It has always been the embodiment of beauty and strangeness.
Sixty years of wind and rain
The sea is endless and lying quietly.
The impulse of time comes from there.
Metals and thunder still exist today.
Put it on the platform of thinking
Far away, it is my motherland.
A place where the poet and a poem in his hand are kept.
2 wait
Suitable soil is the home for seeds to wait.
Tied to the front page of time, in this home in summer.
The autumn of hope is now obtained from waiting.
Just like the mentality of seeds and other soil in the granary.
Waiting for the messenger day and night.
Let the inner lake stir up layers of small waves
The waiting period is shaking.
Heavy rain awaits summer.
The earth is covered with green to support life.
Life spreads on the earth like a song.
Let meet parting read the color of bleeding.
It is the tree that blooms, and it is the departure of winter.
On the opposite side of winter, in the memory of summer.
Dawn of the city
Always thinking about ghosts at night.
The hidden body insists on love and faith.
huge crowds of people
And the darkness of waiting deeply understands the dawn of the motherland.
3 distant scenery
It must be similar to the imagined scenery.
Have stood at a certain time in a certain year, month and month.
Grow up like the motherland
Let multiple pairs of eyes filter or get together.
The distant scenery guards the distance.
Doorman, look at the flowing clouds.
His heart sank like lead.
The motherland is here, and he will follow here.
Destiny's distance
These 60 years of scenery have made people see new ideas.
Like yellow pages of history.
Bound into a book by strangers with longing
Distant scenery, groups living in the distance.
Weave the future with his rich ideals
How many years have passed, the civilization engraved in their hearts.
It has long been a vocabulary in the landscape.
4 Mao Mao Rain
The plot in the drizzle and
Euphemistic crying is similar.
It's all an overview of falling into the water
Tie it to a person's heart
In the drizzle
Former residence
Anchored on the chest of a flower
This flower has been moistened by rain.
It will be a lantern hanging in the heart.
The drizzle outside life
The waves of the river retreated to the past corridor.
Everything is the whistle of dawn.
Bells hanging in the wind
The deepest and farthest paradise in a city.
5 the voice of thought
The sound of thoughts is like the sound of ants running.
Rest under the tree from here.
Prolonged in the drizzle for no reason
The door can be opened in all directions.
Open your heart to ghosts at home.
Through the light of heaven
Always bought by the waking earth
And territory occupied by the enemy.
These places are like riddles.
You need a castle library to understand.
Since when, the voice of thought
In the darkness of time
Dancing surge
This breaks the power of time.
Covering almost the whole earth.
The voice of thought, guess the structure of this voice.
The sound of winter
Will bypass the landlord's happy home
It can even uproot trees that have gone through thousands of years.
And destroy the normal order of a dynasty.
But I have never heard of it.
This sound, its format
Its behavior and norms
And the language of the real world.
There is an amazing stage at the end.