Niangu town
Is the eternal lover in the dream.
My mother gave birth to me and let me drift.
hometown
My hometown is China!
Ever since I realized that my hometown
I read your name and listened to your name.
I wrote down your name and shouted your name.
How many times is 123 thousand!
Your name is glory and pride.
Your name is beauty and glory.
But I can't see your face.
-Ever since I started looking. ......
There is a curtain outside the curtain, a wall outside the curtain, and waves outside the waves.
And blood vessels are the hometown of your blood.
There is your reminder on the maple leaf.
Swallow's song may come from the west wind?
Sometimes I see you in my dreams.
The wooden bridge became a steel bridge.
The path became a railway.
Then a hundred flowers blossom in vilen!
You are singing and riding a white horse.
Running on the plateau, shouting!
Ah, how happy I am to run to you
I'm afraid you won't give in to my humble dedication.
Sometimes I dream about it.
The wrinkles on your face
You look haggard.
You have bitter tears in your eyes.
There is only yellow sand in that field.
There are no swallows under the eaves.
You want to talk, but I can't hear your voice.
Ah, this is a dream, right? Is it a dream? How can I believe that?
In spring, it is raining in Mao Mao outside the window.
Is the willow green?
Peach blossom and apricot blossom everywhere
Who can Yao shine at?
Whose eyes can see the grass growing in the south of the Yangtze River?
Who can see the capital of song dynasty in Qingming festival?
Who can see the moon in Chang 'an?
Whose plain hand is that picking mulberry in the green sun?
The phoenix tree withered in the dream.
The phoenix in the fire is nirvana
And king kong sank in autumn water.
The bluebird froze in the cold wind.
Then who can hear the monkey crow in the Wuxia gorge?
Who can hear the breath of the Yellow River?
Who can hear the horn of the frost day?
Call for mourning in the dead of night!
Wanderers have lived in this world for a long time.
Lovers are in another world
The ship ran aground on the beach.
When is the next date?
Ah, hometown, sometimes I hate you, sometimes I blame you.
When I can't run to you!
After all, I only love you, love you.
Love you more!
Hometown, I call your name and write down your name.
You can't hear or see my poem.
But after all, I only love you. Love you.
Because I only have your blood in my veins.
(19691February)