The call of the distant mountains

Shun cultivated the mountains of Dachen Village. Photo by Chen Jiabin

I stand here, and the mountains stand here

Look around and bury the past with silence

I went from teenager to old age

You put the millennium in the cracked foot of the Tang camphor tree at the mouth of the village

The vicissitudes of the mulberry fields are flooded.

The wind of the valley accompanied me to cry, and my mother's bucket turned into that bucket mountain

This side of the mountain is thought of rain

Clouds and mist swirled, and thousands of turns

Dragon King Pond is like a mirror looking at your destitute.

The story of Shun's cultivation of Alexandria wanders far and near

The wind of Da Chen blows through the four seasons

Once cold, slow and then fast, now cool

The son of the mountain and the mountain are like songs and weeping.

I stand here, standing at the intersection of two thousand years

Beneath my feet is 24 square kilometers of land, and the feelings of home and country have bound me together

I live in the wind of Da Chen.

The call of the distant mountain seemed to be the mother's word

From the wind of Da Chen to the maple of Da Chen

Another fragrant mountain is about to come out

The day when 10,000 acres of maple leaves fluttered red

The beautiful economy is like a red flag.

You are here in the next millennium

A red leaf makes the thousand-year-old village flow for another thousand years

Fight for the day

The distant mountains at that time

Woke up thoroughly.

One day

The street lamps in the cold night put the shadow of loneliness

Leave it to the daytime traffic

One day, the flowers are picked up

Thick curtains close the last light of life

The residual temperature of the nest emits the desolation of the dry oil lamp

In the dream, I do the thousands of rivers and mountains in the dream

No one thinks of a day as a thousand and one nights

Childhood school bags and the crutches of old age

It was as if it had only been a year and a day apart

Day after day and year after year

All inattentively tonight

A person's day may be a flower

The waves of a long river of history

Two people's day is clearly a lifetime without day and night

How many people use the mask of the day as a mask

Tears came after exchanging alternations

A day is always short and a lifetime is also short

It seems difficult to live each day or maybe live like a year

I got my white hair from myself

Think of the white hair on my mother's head

Thinking of Phi Xing Dai Yue's mother

Every day

(Author: Chen Jiabin)