Embracing the green mountains
Kissing the dawn breeze in the mountains that have been forgotten by "civilization"
The scenery full of collapse and vicissitudes
Collapsed classical charm
Lying around the mountain in melancholy
Lost the beauty of the past
Like seven fairies who have been sick for a long time
Waiting for the comfort of the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother
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Touching the small stool that still retains the warmth
It seems as if my mother is chasing my naughty things again< /p>
"Yao'er, Mo'er is good..."
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Feed me the earth-colored earthy fragrance with a spoon
Sprinkle laughter like silver bells all over the place
Overflowing with childlike happiness
Ruminating about the past
Savoring the majestic family tradition of the father
Enjoying the doting of the mother
Competing for credit among brothers and sisters
< p> In the falling yearsQuietly buried by time
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A skinny old yellow dog
Sleepy In front of the old mill in the sunset
Let the wind and clouds change
The temptation of strange flowers and sheep
The years pass by round by round
Still licking the afterglow of the setting sun and sticking to loyalty
And the stubbornness of an old monk
Vow to create an earth-shattering poem of loyalty
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The mountain flavor that gave birth to me and raised me
Buried by the plague of lush grass
The fragrance of earth that I have not seen for a long time
Please allow me to taste it carefully
I am like a hollow child so hungry that I am so hungry
I have lost the nourishment of the aura of mountains and rivers
My thoughts are top-heavy
The soul is so hungry that it panics
It has become a walking corpse monster
How can the poetry be so full of poetry
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The civilization of the past Lighthouse
Forged with the hard work of several generations
Watering the wisdom and civilization of young children
Toppled by wind and rain
Like the wind An old man who is old and frail
With sunken eyes and missing teeth
Full of sickness
The expressions of teachers who chew slowly
A word One line, vivid and vivid
Every word hits my heart that is riddled with holes
But my warm little stone table
The quirky classmate Yang Jiaoben< /p>
Where is the figure?
The dream is not dead, the fragrance is still rippling
On my ups and downs journey
Let the morning sun rise slowly in my heart
Painted in the corners forgotten by "civilization"
Wenzhuang (original)