I see the land, yellow, black and red,
My body came before my voice.
I saw him, stepped on him, and the air heated by him lined up around me.
I can't see. I can't hear you. My body stepped into the void.
I float after I weigh, I float after I fall, and I am originally on the ground.
I imagine I won't fall behind. Imagine the beautiful scenery around you.
But I saw land. Seeing him as much as possible is beyond imagination.
Land is a labor writer, a living person and a human being.
I saw the land, and countless lives lived and died on his chest.
Adjacent or far away.
I said land.
The voice came to him, smiling obsequiously.
The sound hit the land and was reflected, and gradually swam into the silent lake in all directions.
I pointed to the land and tried to make him see me. My face began to look like a slave.
Without pause, the long-lost body turned into pieces.
Fly or bury.
I am floating in the air, without sadness or despair.
That belongs to young people.
Two independent millstones, looking down at each other. I began to cry in their blended eyes.
Tears are parallel to me, bigger and bigger, like a mirror.
I see myself in the mirror-wearing a beautiful and unique aura.
topographical features
Keep your eyes as wide as possible.
The mud is thick and deep.
Soil can produce everything, and soil can produce gold.
Life and death are sent by Toth, and seven feet are reported to the mother.
I love this land (Ai Qing)
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat,
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This fierce wind blows endlessly,
And the tender dawn from the forest. ......
Then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground,
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ......