Early morning field hometown
The earth is softer than the clouds and can't bear to tread
Toward the dew crystal clear carefully shakes on the hundred grass
Walking between the fields, the morning fog is swirling fresh and sweet
Red pine seedlings grow into airtight walls to cover the sky
A block is scattered
Waiting in a barrage
Desperately lonely like love like dry grass
The sun shines on the body and embraces warmly
Like a quilt in winter
Like a lover's body
The fathers and peasants slowly grew old
The barren earth, the dry breasts, gather thousands of children in Longzhong
In this land of bitter feelings
Post-80s
Drift away
Birds with feathers in their mouths are busy between treetops and nesting
Nurture the living
Looking at each other in the air, the cry is crisp and the depression is constantly in the ears of the pear tree branches——
Another pair of willow warblers in love
The man who woke up Lawton
The morning fog faded and the sky blue was thorough
Like the hearts of our ancestors who have been tormented by all kinds
Whether it is visible after several years
Green grass is everywhere Ploughing the wheat field ripe
It can be seen that the glory of the past
It can be seen that the past is ordinary