Rickets figure
Immediately followed by the old buffalo
Chapped hands
Hold on to the earth
Wake up early with the birds
Fall asleep to the sound of frogs and insects
Year after year
Year after year
With the layers of terraces on the forehead
and silver rice stalks on the braincase
Plough and weave the colorful dreams of children
To the lost
People will inevitably have a loss but
Don't let that fall for granted
Flowers nurtured by snow and ice
It's extraordinarily enchanting
Rainbow after storm
Colorful
Life is a road of no return
崎岖坎坷永相伴相随
Don't be on the hillside ahead
Block your view
Climb to the top of the mountain again
The scenery is endless
To know
When the moon is absent and the moon is full
The ebb and flow of the tide and the rising of the tide
The umbrella
Not every umbrella that can protect from the rain
can strike the ripples of memory
Not every stroll in the rain
can be a good memory
The umbrella
The umbrella that was held in a gentle hand
I'd rather hide under it all my life
Even if the weather is fine
I would also prefer not to be warmed by the sun
The umbrella
That one can only cover one person
And an umbrella with two hearts
I often follow me in my dreams
When I woke up, I searched for it all the time
Someone who can find it
But I can't find my heart under the umbrella
Author: Duan Zhengxing Text/Picture