The calendar has been torn round after round 365 days, 1095 days have long turned into longings, and they have been flying back to their hometown on the road paved by the "New Ten Regulations" and the elders and villagers stood at the entrance of the village in a silent manner. I

Round after round

One round 365 days Three rounds 1095 days

has long turned into longing

boarding the road paved by "New Ten" to fly back to your hometown

Fathers and villagers stand in a silent posture

Stand at the entrance of the village

I don't know how to explain this desolate life

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That stretched eyes

From the distance, traveling through mountains and waters

from a distance

Years silently under the solid wall stack that had been standing for three years

Singing dream

Pure years in dream

But the world's nucleic acid and the sorrow of the new coronavirus

When the wall stack collapsed

I found that the

on both sides of the wall inside and outside the wall had instantly blended with each other turbulent

I stare at

That distant front

In the cold winter

There is a pair of thick palms

quietly caressing the green and yellow

and the desolation of the fields

and even countless stacked fences

were also quietly smoothed

Have you embarked on your journey home

The Zizi students studying outside

l0The wanderers working outside

The eyes of the fathers and villagers

The complex emotions

The longing is both the longing of autumn water

and the layers of fog worry

However, the seeds of longing are densely scattered on both sides of the road home

One sprouts in the soil

One side trembling in the cold wind

The way home is destined to be

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