Tie Lan: Four songs outside "The Wind Blows the Tree"

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Tie Lan, whose real name is Qian Chong, is a member of the Sichuan Provincial Writers Association and vice chairman of the Yingshan County Writers Association, and serves in the Yingshan County People's Procuratorate.

"The Wind Blows the Tree"

There was a wind blowing

Drizzle falls on the sand

The sound of horseshoes is approaching

Surge forward

Mountain rain is coming

This wind blows

The road to becoming

Sprinkled with starlight

From above the leaves

Departing horses

Arrive in the instant of grass

The trees want to be quiet and the wind is not stopping

This illusory horse

Pulled by the wind

Depicted by the wind

From between the palisades of leaves

Rush out

Rambled

The end of the world

Without a trace

Roll up the yellow sand

This one is covered with branches

Catapults out

Again and again again

Drag back the horse

The dust has settled

The omnipresent horse

Retreat to the tree

It seems like a dream last night

Epiphyllum

"Life is a book that opens at any time"

I don't know which page I turned

I don't know where I read it

When you wake up in the morning, you turn it over

A red sun

Thus the ocean of words was illuminated

All things awaken

Something that is clearly extinguished

In the shaking

Follow the birds chirping

Gentle rhythm

Laughter in the flowers or

Cry blood in the pen

Eye-catching annotations

As if in a book

Knotted rope chronicle

I don't know which page is full

It's ridiculous

It is better to sprinkle it all over the page

Tears

That's it on paper

A horse on the Hirakawa

Over the mountains

Wind meals and camping

Every step is like walking on the ground

But it was dark and thunderous

Expect something thrilling

The plot climaxes

Untie the ropes of memories

The clouds that spew out

Stop at the night

"Revolutionaries are always young"

That year, the class teacher who knew the destiny of heaven

Sing the songs of his time

Revolutionaries are always young

Pride permeated his face

We, though, couldn't see him behind him

Turbulent storm

But it is clear that he is solemn

Emoticons, yes

The sixteen-year-old flower season is unknown

The weight of time, the lightness of time

Now, when it's time to sing this song again

I was the age of the class teacher

I want to be like him

But he didn't have a podium as grand as his

Students with ear to ear

I turned around

Against their own old days

Sing affectionately

The past is like smoke

Pine trees

Ups and downs of the loose waves

It is an echo of the years that continues

I sing

Until I put that old photo on it

The figure sings vaguely

Until you put your own

Years sing sober

Looking back

Above the top of the mountain, there was another storm

"Wet Markets Under the Epidemic"

Lost in the past

hubbub

Everyone wears it

Masks

Make eye contact

bargain

The basket is empty when you enter

But there was some trepidation

Shake from side to side

It always felt like there was a cat

Lie on the edge of the basket

Take a look around the corner

Purchased a basket of

Pink willow green

Warbler swallow dance

Every kind of fruit and vegetable

All in the crevices of the basket

Rooted

Become a four-season thorough

Crystal clear emerald

If there is one

If there is no cat

The image is more sober

Freeze frame as one

Grasshopper with excellent bouncing power

From the countryside of the basket

Fore

Reporting the message of spring

"O sea, what can I take to smooth you out"

O sea, what have you heard?

Or what I saw

Or even if you close your eyes and listen

Will it also be born from the heart?

Your whole body trembles

From the unfathomable body

Start a war against yourself

Wave after wave

Rush to the shore

Talk non-stop

It's the wind that annoys you

Or the rain annoys you

You stir your huge mass

Seems to want to go from your deep pool

Jumped

O sea, what talent do I take

Smooth you out

It is a moonlit ointment

Or a dimly lit dream

Face the turbulent you

I was in tears

I can't go with the flow with you

I am in your arms

Chasing the wind and rain

It is also your inseparable parenting

(At this point, I'll take your hustle and bustle.)

Blanch in the mouth)

I'm going to drive one

Speedboat-like iron

Race above your turmoil

Iron out your blue waves

And let the bumps go all day

The ship is safe, and the cable is dissolved into a dream

Hold up a fiery red rising sun of the Ming Dynasty

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