The country road □ Li Yan

That curved path, straight to the bottom of the heart

Cooking smoke, stringing up childish sounds

In the twilight, lift the mountain peaks overhead

In the silhouette of the mountain, the mother leaned against the wooden door

Call my name, Father

Carry the thick, slightly curved back of life

Coincides with a ridge

I ran under the tree he had planted

Count the rings

How many times, the leaves fell back

The wind was cold and warmed up again

I stepped on the grass in front of the steps

Morning glory is deeply meaningful

The bags are also heavy

Stars, blinking eternal eyes

It is a love affair, and the blood is thick

My hurried steps, again percussing

Door knocker in the mountain village

Mother's white hair was like a snowy mountain, heavy

Knock out my sad heart and look up

I saw the twilight reflecting the people returning

The winding path was originally a flat shoulder

Carrying the mother's affectionate gaze, one side extends

Follow me, far away

【Source: Daxinganling Daily】

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