1. Accompany my unit, accompany my years, even if the wind and snow are big enough to make me gradually white, but I am still grateful in my heart.
2. In this era, exhausted, there are some lives that seem to have escaped into the ancient world, and we are quietly lost. The mountains and rivers are haggard, the old people are faint, and we look at the life that has disappeared into the atmosphere, which is a remembrance and a memorial.
3. These lives that are lost with us become fog floating on the horizon, and people who occasionally squint their eyes and look back at them may be suffering from cataracts.
4. I met this old soul across time and space, through the fermentation of a thin glass of wine, through the blood.
5. These letters lying in the old time were not blown away by the desolate wind, but they were baked by the old quilts of the years, so that every word had a temperature, and also let me meet those vicissitudes and young faces.
6. Such old houses, as well as old wells and old yellow kudzu trees, are places where you can rest your feet, or where a heart can settle down.
7. Therefore, in the hometown, there are always lights flickering, warming the hearts and intestines of the wanderers.
8. These two old men, holding hands on the ground, laughed like two comrades who came out of the trenches and met again after experiencing life and death.
9. Over the years, my old village, desolate and haggard, let me understand the meaning of the word earth and heaven.
10. On the hill of the old village, there are still some upright trees, trees that grow tenaciously in the cracks of the stone, and these humble trees guard the old village. I feel like these trees are left in my nostalgic memory.