It resembles a flower bud lying high on the South Mountain
(Outer 2 songs)
Yufu
At this time, there is no self-sill
Looking into the distance, the distant distance
The hustle and bustle that shakes the heavens and the earth is destined
In history, win a huge amount of voice
Spring is still bright as ever
It's as calm as the banks of an ancient river
A fisherman who fishes at leisure, a fisherman in a smock
My cave is already covered with folds
Mottled like discarded by an unknown painter, study work
The entangled lines are carved, like rock paintings of Helan Mountain
There are several unfinished interpretations, some enlightened being
It resembles a flower bud lying high on the South Mountain
The early morning wind carries the message of the stars
The light and shadow of the city crossed, and the north galloped towards the north
Energy is charging the muscles with the electricity of wisdom
Waiting for the starting line to fire
Dear friends, something wonderful will happen tomorrow
A time of reading together under the wisteria tree
Touch the fingerprint of love that never dies
Fingerprints, the imprint of your beloved
Burned in the boiling heart, deeply
Anchor solid emotions
Fragrant land, identifying the birthmark of the sincere one
That barren corner was also sown
Excellent seeds, we walk on the path on it
Beautiful flowers flowing through the clouds of the sky
Fingerprints that still feel the warmth of the hand, tightly covered
Somewhere traumatized, this has been worn by the years
Face, dark and coarse skin, thick mounds of cocoons
The scars on the eyebrows bloom with trumpet flowers
Blowing, proud, comfortable tone
The sun is shining, the people who are waiting at the intersection
Long-term is just to unlock hope
The mystery of spring planting and autumn harvest, between your fingerprints
Then, take me all the way to singing new songs of reclamation
The shadow of that fable in the future
Dreams are walking, miles and rivers and lakes
Only a few nights of sleepwalking
Strange or familiar, all kind
The body cannot be near the place, embraced by dreams
It's like missing, and the shadow is enough
The shadow is depicted by the bamboo branches of the old garden
Ink, the unparalleled line in the world
The color of the river wind is also known as the world
The clarity of the sun
Into the lines of poetry, and the memory swayed
How can you forget to travel far, the amorous one ahead?
The sound of summoning, the shadow is still spurring
When life is micro troubled, macroscopic wandering
Dreams speak of faith, advice, and shadows of the past
In the future, the flowers on the cliff will be good
Look, the most beautiful search in spring
(The author is a member of Chongqing Writers Association)
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