Slowly, slowly
Walk through the village in the morning
Listen carefully.
Dew on the grass tip
A heartbeat dripping with mud
A pale yellow butterfly.
Just woke up from a dream.
In the rape field
Swing around
The river is smooth and soft.
A flock of ducklings use their soles.
Set off layers of ripples
I saw it.
Aquatic plants grow taller and taller bit by bit.
But it never floats on the water.
Poems of my youth
By the wind of years
Twist into a string of bells
Every morning,
Play sweet notes.
How many years have passed since the old house?
On the steps of the old house
Be covered with moss
Mottled walls
After years of wind and rain
Erosion is disintegrating.
A series of old stories
Buried under the eaves
Wild growth. mourning apparel
Like forgetting the years
Be tireless.
Green and yellow.
Yellow and green.
Season after season
Guarding home
Continuous reproduction is endless.
Smoke from the kitchen at dusk
It's long gone
The call of the old cow
In a distant place
Echo slowly
It seems that it can't find its way home.
Time takes the past away.
Crush mercilessly
Scatter all over the floor
That autumn, that autumn
We walked in together.
Pebble path
There are trees on both sides
Cong cong long long
Shake in the wind
Pale yellow Ye Er.
It landed in my hair.
You stop.
Pick it up gently
soft feel
Caress my long hair
you said
Jealous of Ye Er
So easy to approach me
Your affectionate eyes
Like red light.
Sprinkle it on my face
Hot, hot, hot
Afraid of falling into your tenderness
I ran ahead as fast as I could.
You made it.
Side by side with me
go slow
In the sunset glow
On the back of a pair.
Sometimes, sometimes.
I sat alone on the balcony.
Counting the long white clouds in the sky
One, two ...
Fade away
Recall some past events.
One, two ...
Still clear
Think of some friends.
One, two.
everywhere
sometimes
I make my mind like a sleepwalking star.
Live under the eaves
Listen quietly
Missing at night
Into a euphemistic piece of music
Talk in the wind
Slow flow
Instantly condensed into a song
Beautiful sadness
sometimes
I'm in the boundless darkness
Smash all the starlight
Quietly looking for
Pray in the corner
Looking for the lost wings of the moon
Follow me
Thin cloud
On the edge of every dream
Weave a colorful picture.
This country is getting old.
Pomegranate tree flowers in front of the house
Yes, thank you. Yes, thank you.
Time is like a traveler in a hurry.
Never stop moving forward.
There are many customs in the world.
Some beauty and simplicity
done
Day after day, year after year
It stole it quietly.
Childhood on the swing
With a dandelion dream
Floating in memory
Childhood sunset
Swallowed by years
I can't find the familiar shadow anymore.
Sitting alone in the dusk
Look at the weeping willows by the pond.
Staggering in the wind.
I accompany my village.
Wait until dark.