#童年的梦想实现了吗#
Dreams, in those years in the village called dreams longing
When the friends play together, they also have snot and brag and think about it
A few weedy babies lay on their backs on the ridges
The bottomless and lofty azure color made the eyes struggle to bewilder
What is the desire of childhood, it is nothing more than naïve ignorance
Fifty years have passed, and what have they gotten
Some have died, and some are still grazing sheep on the hillside
Some of them were crooked, and they looked at the door with sticks
Some worked as stevedores in the city to marry their sons
Some of them converted to Yahweh, and their good grades that year went to zero
The honest Runtu kept vigil in the coal mine and is now successfully retired
My hopes have never been perfect, and I have to be thankful for all
#分享六零後感悟##你是农民的孩子#
