That Era (Group Poems)
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"Left Behind"
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Give the blocks to your son
Give your son to your grandmother
Hand over your grandmother to the old house
Give the old house to your hometown
The dream of giving my hometown to me
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Hand over the brunette to time
Give the sweat to the land of his hometown
Give the money to the post office
Hand the greeting to your phone
I believe one day
I'll stay behind, too
Sons and daughters of the sons and daughters
Keep the fairy tale
Answer the blessings on the other side of the phone
Lullaby
Father's song, mother's song
The world's most popular ballad
I've heard it
will sing their own songs
The black ducts of the alleys whistled
Accompanied by several episodes of cartoons
A half-price student ticket
Let me easily
Step to the muddy beat of the village entrance
Out of the melon shed bean rack
I'm on a stave in another country
Become a bumpy note
It is said that only after becoming a parent
Will sing this song, just like me
Just don't know
The man who once sang this song to me
What songs are being sung today?
Weaving
Rain threads sew the seasons
Mother knitted a sweater
Weaving a long-standing loneliness
Snow-white ceiling
Plated glasses that don't shine
Dead hands
Measure the size of the memory
It was pulsating in the basket
A motherly heart
She smoked black wire
Long thoughts
I can't smoke it anyway
A few bamboo needles
Engrave the rings on the forehead
Mother weaves warmth into it
Spring for children
Sons and daughters are far away
Weave your own landscape
"The Only Child"
No brother, no sister
No brother, no sister
But she wasn't alone, she wasn't lonely
Butterflies dance on buns
Birds sing in their pupils
There is also the cloth panda brought by my parents
She was coddled in her arms
Her face was covered with sweet dimples
She was a little sun in the house
The light shines on every corner
She was the big ocean at home
Bring together all the rivers of love
(Image from the Internet)