Cotton-like woman
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Author: Zhang Xiaoying
I crave warm, sunny things
Loved the spring, in a drop of dew
Look at the sky and collect glass containers
Hide a clearing deep within
Grow flowers, potatoes and grains
At night, decorate the lanterns in your favorite color
White or pink, I want you to say like
At dusk you cook rice for me on a fire
Or I'm doing laundry on the side
It's raining lightly outside...
Make your home on the sunny slopes in spring
The morning sun was so nice
We take civil engineering to build houses
One is big enough
I went up close to pick up dried branches for firewood
Pick pale yellow ice flowers
You lead the way
Cook a meter of sunshine for lunch
I sang into the valley
You're waking up in the spring mud
Grow potatoes
Corn and mountain sesame seeds
Occasionally I pick up stones as words
Write poems for you
One year a day
Raise mountain winds and birdsong as children...
Cloud gray
Low clouds, gathering more and more sinking
It was as if a rain had fallen at any moment
Mother's gray cloth shirt, hanging in front of the window
The wind was blowing through the alley, and so much
Familiar folk sounds together, mentioned
Old year news, the well platform retained the original
Old fashioned, moss oozing dew
The box crock pots flowed out of the gravel
The door lock could not press the west wind, and the copper rust was deep into the dusk