How long have you not been home
——— for the wanderers who are working hard
Mom, I lost the moon in my hometown
Blindly, looking for a lamp in the distance
Stray children with pain, in the dark
Holding tears, in the full moon of tears
The mother's smile, like moonlight, kissed her forehead
Childhood runs like the wind and doesn't want to stop
That's having a mother by your side forever
Now I run all over the world, and the more I run, the more tired I get
I always want to stop and find something to comfort me
Looking back at fame and fortune behind him, like a flower blooming or failing
Only Mother Earth has always carried it
Our pain and joy, our love and our hate
Our selfishness and gain, our stinginess in return
The only one who can recycle your garbage is your mother
Son, go home once
Hide your hypocritical and perfunctory tears
Clasp the door that awaits you, and shout from afar
Mom- I'm back
How far is Nanshan
How far is Nanshan
It's too far away to see clearly
The direction of the stream at your feet
How far is Nanshan
I can get it from a handful of spring water
The waves that shake the sea
Someone sat in the middle of the mountain and looked north
Staring into the distance that the clouds yearn for
An ant in the city
Crawl in the shadow of the clouds
It has a South Mountain hidden in its heart
There was a south wind blowing far behind him
Like someone who keeps his head down
Quietly, there are big swaths in the backyard
Chrysanthemums are brilliant and peach blossoms are all over the sky
Library
I don't like to lend books to others
He won't necessarily pay it back
Books are this thing
You love, he doesn't necessarily love
You love, and he loves
He needed it
It's about taking your love away
It's like years later
You broke an appointment with someone
It's because of the jealousy of the other person
Author: Lan Bing, now living in Xi'an, is a doctor and a member of the Sleep Poetry Society. I love to write poems, I want to be washed away by the heavy rain, and I want to kiss the dripping lily of the valley in the poem.
Image: Photo by Reading Sleep Poet
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