leaving the intestine, waking up the dream
swallowing my thoughts, and returning to the hazy place of my hometown
, a vast
curved track of workshops, dormitories and canteens
was pulled into a straight line by time
and squeezed into a solid dot, holding the lever in my hand
. Try your best to
hold up the distant expectation
swing with the roaring machine
cover the veil according to the chaotic light
wander under the dim mud and dust
Every day, the sunshine outside becomes an extravagant hope
Every night, listen to the moon in other people's mouths
A seven-or eight-square-meter hut, a half-foot wind tunnel
A pair of slippers. A biological clock hanging on the wall of a cold bed
messed up the time difference
helplessly looked at a few belongings, dripping with sweat
unaccustomed food
light and tasteless water wine
unpalatable smell
close your eyes and choke, don't be afraid of injury
for' children' who leave home
. They want to see how desperate the world is.
The gleaming sword cuts through their strong chests.
Strips off their black skin.
Pulls away their withered bodies.
But they still have to smile.
Flattery, flattery, stepping on their feet.
Falling in love with red light and green wine, and the youthful glow of romantic love < Sprinkle a drop of salt on the scar
leaving a dusty trail of vicissitudes
Left-behind old people, loveless orphans
Stay under the banyan tree outside the brick house.
Watch the cold season after season.
Watch the train after train at the entrance to the village.
Kneel before the gods and pray.
My distant relatives, when will you return home?
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