A red sorghum plant
The piano with the corner of the wall
How many years
Hook your soul
She went quietly
But it is stored in the resonance box
Her voice
She stepped on the winter clouds to heaven
Makes you think day and night
The guitar jumped on the confession
There is your heart in the incense burner
The heart is fragrant
Haunting at midnight
You listen quietly
Never distracted
The guitar was like hers
You hold the piano tightly
In last night's dream
She wipes away the tear marks for you
Wipe the violin very clean
There was not a trace of dust
Tune the six strings again
Proofread the piano tone
She is from the homeland of red sorghum
You were born in Taitung Town, Qingdao
Same institution
The same line reads the big book
Four years of cold window
Affiliated
Every year at the school celebration party
Banding up on stage to play applause rolls
A song "Beautiful Thoreau River"
The sound of the piano is moving
Oh, and she plays the guitar
You play the violin
Whenever I look at the piano in the corner
The fiery autumn equinox appeared in front of my eyes
You and her
Meet at dusk
Sweetness on the trestle
Waves are accompanied by hot kisses
Two heart locks
The chains are locked tightly
You wake up from a dream
Her finger temperature is stored on the neck
You remember the sweet yesterday
Tears welled up in an instant
Lit the heart incense with the morning glow
A song called "Prayer" sounded in the clouds
Look forward to yesterday morning
The piano in the corner of the wall
Mo Fei red sorghum is her incarnation
Mo Feiqin is a familiar heart
The piano noodles are so clean
Purified the dust of the years
The tone is still there
The heart has a voice
Author: Ju Dezhang, pen name: Jinhe Member of Shandong Writers Association, Director of Qingdao Contemporary Literature Research Association.