Lie quietly in bed.
this evening
Insomnia again
Let the tide of missing
Submerged again
A wanderer who wanders far away
A damp atrium
The Gobi area abroad is so large.
Why can't you fill it in?
The helplessness and pain of a wanderer
Even the thoughts of missing.
There is no place to run aground
Quiet night
Loneliness and melancholy are everywhere.
Twinkling stars in the night sky
mysterious
Give off a faint light
Can you light it?
Confusion in the wanderer's heart
Twist a breeze at night
Cut off the sight of crying
Put sadness and melancholy
Gently push away
open your heart
With a smile and indifference
Let the breeze
Wash and float everything.
The only thing I can't give up
To relatives in the distant motherland
That persistent yearning and attachment
in the heart
Always carry a bag full.
Full of longing and dreams.
Mother stood at the head of the village.
It will always be a ferry for distant travelers.
Keep praying and waiting.
children
No matter how sweet the water is in other places.
Don't forget to go home.
Snow white hair
It has been dyed red.
Sunset holds up half the sky.
beloved wife
At the familiar door
Quietly exhort
Go north to foreign countries in spring.
Swallows foraging
The peaches in my hometown are ripe.
The wheat in my hometown is about to be harvested.
The weather is getting colder.
Don't forget to go home.
home
Will always be the warmest harbor for you and me.
Innocent children
How about talking to yourself all the time?
Summer vacation is coming.
Dad who works hard from afar
When will you go home?
Come and take me to the country.
Grandma's house to play.
The mountains there.
The water there
Will always be my paradise.
Despite the monsoon abroad
Blowing hurts the wandering face.
Let the ruthless "sandstorm"
Ravaged the harvest of hope
but
Will never cause damage to homeless people.
To relatives at home.
That deep yearning
The kindest attachment.
Written in Mongolia on the night of June 8, 20**.