Text/Lotus Leaf Field
there
There is a soft sticky fragrance of Laba porridge
And, under the winter sun
The temptation of bacon and goose sausage
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There are old locust trees holding high magpies
And the white-haired mother
The back is stretched by the setting sun
afar
In the far north of the north
A place that has been reached countless times in dreams
Text/Orange
It was a dream
All where they want to go
Is to ignite the passion of life and
A candle of hope
Not far
It is a star dotted in the night sky
Look up and you'll see
It is a secret hidden in the heart
Always together
Text/Red Rock
Cut a beam of sunlight
To the angel in white
Warm their cheeks
The distance is close
There is only one door
Lie on the door
You can hear the sound of your heartbeat
The distance is also far
That inner torment is indescribably far away
Text/Ding Liaoyuan
The river where the reeds sway
The songs I heard as a child are still whispering
A cluster of reed flowers
In the branches
Blooming with undulating acacia
It's like wisps of cooking smoke
Rises from the depths of memory
Drifting to the far side where my mother used to sit in front of the door
Want to take away
Mom was sad year after year