To my hometown - Keshiketeng
Half awake in the morning and dusk, I dreamed of meeting an old friend asking about my hometown, and suddenly I felt a thousand kinds of melancholy. In my dream, my poems were filled with tears and filled with tears. When I woke up, I was eager to attach them to the paper. I feel strange and puzzled! A few days later, I learned that my parents were injured in a car accident while they were sleeping. Fortunately, they were not seriously injured. From then on, I was even more in awe of the incredible mysteries in the world!
Old friends in the dream are asking
I can be homesick, I can be homesick
I am speechless
Empty and melancholy, empty and melancholy
Young and frivolous
No reason and no hometown
Looking forward to seeing the scenery of a foreign land
High-spirited and ambitious
Looking back at my hometown in the past
The grasslands are everywhere Empty
Mountain flowers swagger and the sea breeze is cool
Why are you returning to your hometown today
The fairy lake is quiet and flying clouds are dancing
Birds are flying and fish are playing in the high sky and green fields are scattering cattle and sheep
Looking at your hometown in the past
Strange rocks and giants are colorless
Sand stones are raging and the cold wind is mad
Why are you returning today? Hometown
The mountains and mountains are like mountains and the sky is like an image
The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the makeup is light and heart-stopping.
Looking back at the hometown in the past
The forest sea, the endless journey, the bitter journey
Year after year, the green and yellow are green and yellow, leaving the hometown urgently
Why return to my hometown today
The forests are dyed and the sky is colored
The clouds are flowing in the sky. The moon and the earth are golden
I used to look at my hometown
My parents are healthy and worry-free
I travel far away without thinking
Why am I returning to my hometown today
My wife’s temples are like frost
I can’t bear to call my son back, I am worried about my heart and I am afraid of getting hurt
Wake up from a dream
tears Make a journey
Morning makeup, the face has changed
Half a life is wandering
Youthful feelings are far away
Only then will we realize that the roots are deep and the water is long
It is lamentable that things are different and people are not ancient, and the cycle goes back and forth
In the end, mountains and rivers are evergreen, life is short and short, and the flow is long
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