The old bike

The old bike lies in the corner like an old cow.

It seems to be dead, but it is still alive.

It lives in the shadow of history.

It lives in my sudden running.

The thighs of an era are stepping madly,

the bones flicker and rattle, as if to use up all the passion of an era.

When I was young,

I rode on a heavy bike across the corn field in the south of the city.

The spring breeze of the 1990s was blowing up my hair,

I hummed childhood songs in my mouth,

and my feet gradually rusted

Until now, the rusty bike finally fell into the corner

and was abandoned，just like my youth.

I only rode the old bike

through the stone slab bridge of Bianhe River in my dream.

I heard the rattling hometown behind me like an old cow

chasing the heavy bike trampled wildly in the spring wind

A shovel

A shovel, my good brother,

why are you so tired that you show your bones?

why are your bones rusty?

This is a good brother who makes my heart ache.

The rusty bones I see are like bones growing out of the soil

Hungry shovel

A shovel running in the hometown

I heard the shovel's cry: let me out.

I want to dig your heart.

I want to dig relativity

Conscience is intoxicated in the spring breeze

because I am intoxicated

Shovel in the homeland shout pain

good brothers, I also ache

Shovel, shovel

Bone rust

Relativistic rust

And I heard rusty rattle

Rattling,rattling,rattling

It seems that my bones grow

Mid Autumn Festival, Tonsil

As many wild geese fly south, so many poems are burning tonight.

Look at the Mid Autumn Festival stuck in my narrow vocal cord

I want to learn to sing like a wild goose. I must wear my throat.

Relatives, hold me. Mother's soul bless me

Moon, holds me, Grandpa's soul holds me

I looked at the northern land over and over again

I checked over and over at the tombstones in the northern land

Why don't you see mom's tombstone? Why didn't you see Grandpa's tombstone?

All I see is moonlight

It's all the wild geese shouting, dear daughter, you don't go home.

Dear daughter,

the avenue of the Mid Autumn Festival goes directly to your hometown

As many wild geese fly south, so many poems are burning tonight.

Look at the Mid Autumn Festival stuck in my narrow vocal cord

I want to learn to sing like a wild goose. I must wear my throat.

Now, I wear the moon again and again

Her inflammation deepened

Bite the tonsils to imitate the pain of wild geese flying south

Yes, my child, my desire to go back in my tonsils deepened.

In the Mid Autumn Festival, my throat finally frayed and was well

Now, I can make the wild geese call for their relatives

The moon shines in the Mid Autumn Festival

The moon shines in the Mid Autumn Festival

Every drop is left by a previous life

Good fortune. Some are like immortals,

with immortality written on their faces,

without desire or desire

The moon shines in the Mid Autumn Festival

The fallen leaves beat the ashamed man

He loves her, but he often loses his temper

His love is like the moon, still in the air

The moon shines in the Mid Autumn Festival

Qiongchi rises in water and the jade rabbit dozes

People who are happy in the world read aloud

On the spire of the Millennium Monument, stand on tiptoe with the moon's feet

The moon shines in the Mid Autumn Festival

I touched the moon’s face

She said that if you touch me like this, it will spoil my eternal wish.

I wish lovers will get married, like the bright moon hanging high in my heart

The moon hangs high on the Bianhe river

Tonight I'm sitting on the Bank of Bian river.

I like the quiet and beautiful land.

I like the quiet and beautiful river

With my feet on the land of my hometown, my heart sings in joy.

Bianhe river，Bianhe river，the moon hangs over

Bianhe river，Bianhe river，People are happy

Tonight, I flee the capital, the noisy city,

the fame and interests, the dirty eyes and the illusory moon

I only like the moon on Bianhe river.

She is my eternal bridesmaid

She is my little sister

Tonight, I sit on the waves of Bian river

Look at the moon and comb your hair

Look at peaceful and beautiful face and reproduce mother's smile

Mom, I'll accompany you till dawn

Tell you under the moon

The love of this world

The pain of this world

Falling on me

Hold me tight, this distressing moon, this quiet and beautiful moon like my mother

My Bianhe River, my mother river,

tonight, I come back to embrace you

and lie drunk in your arms

The moon bathes my tired heart

The moon touched my thin face

Hold me tight, child

Follow me to the moon and the source of Bianhe river

Small town in Northern Anhui

Like my beating heart, the small heart of the small town in Northern Anhui

Quiet and beautiful hills and glittering rivers surround you closely

Raise you

Northern Anhui, the land of my parents

There is a bright moon in Northern Anhui,

and the horizon is shared by the people I miss at this time

the people I miss

Some lie on the hills of their hometown,

and some are far away

Tonight, my small town in Northern Anhui shines through my soul

It is a moon as quiet and beautiful as a heart

In Northern Anhui

In this small county

I got up to meet Xiang Yu tonight

He held the small county town in Northern Anhui

and called Yu Ji like the moon

The moon rises and the chickens and ducks return to the cage

Xiang Yu and Yu Ji sat in my living room

at seven o'clock sharp and put on dishes and chopsticks

Set off firecrackers

First to the Bodhisattva, then to the ancestors and fathers, holding up the wine glass

-- drink up

In Northern Anhui

Tonight, I sleep on the psychic jade,

just like the moon in my hometown, slightly drunk,

my soul is tonight

Quiet, beautiful and broad

Hometown night

Early in the morning, dew falls

Quietly, the shoes left by the sleepwalker fell asleep like a calf in the grass

The round face of the moon

Wrapped in a layer of white fog, like a neighbor's little Red,

she was going to get married and cried all night

It's autumn insects that are telling

The fish jumped up the surface of Bianhe river

Plump figures are shining cyan

Some of them are white and shiny

Oh, the boy in his hometown has grown up

The thick Adam's apple spits out the wooden boat.

In the moonlight, the lying ship shakes the reed

A bark or two

Emerged in the boy's dream

I pushed the door open

See the white flowers on the earth

It's all the phosphorus tablets broken off on the moon night of the Mid Autumn Festival, including those of Xu Xian, the White Snake Lady and the neighbor Xiaohong

In the middle of the night, cattle and horses chew grass

Like an old man explaining his family affairs, everything is broken old accounts

The thinnest horse butts the aging cattle.

Why doesn't it die

you've lived for eleven years

you've been tired for ten years

I lie still in my hometown

Listen to the conversation between the old man and cattle and horses at night

Five in the morning

The cock crowed, and at first it was a young one

Its voice is like the song of my young partner ten years ago, followed by an old one

A harmony on a distant hill

High pitched voice

Wake me up completely

Father's band

Father walked under the moon.

He carried an instrument on his back, like an old boy

Father's band

Welcome the flower sedan chair in my hometown today

And the day before yesterday he sent away the coffin of his hometown

When people are old, they should have sad and happy hearts

Look at the newcomers coming down from the sedan chair

She held her husband's hand like a lotus root

Her tears of joy are the jade of love

The ever-growing face of my hometown is changeable

The music was like the Bianhe River,

and my father led the singing

Sweet scented osmanthus in August

No return in September

In October, the moon shines on my daughter's face

Tears in Huangmei Opera

fight in the tones of Sizhou

Father, look at the moon full of sorrow and joy.

Tonight, she is wrapped around your erhu

Cry for a while, mom

For a moment, it was as quiet and beautiful as rainbow, covering its heartbeat

Wild ducks flock in Bianhe river

I saw wild ducks in groups, like my illusory life, a group of shadows in the sunshine of my hometown

A group of wet shadows gathered on the waves of the Bianhe river

They met me on the Bianhe river

Young, with white feathers on his head

He pounced excitedly, as if I were their relative

and old, with gray spots on his tail

Put his head directly into the water, as if he has a ashamed heart

Oh, I'm the one to be ashamed of. I left home when I was young

For many years, I mistook a strange land for my hometown

Only in my hometown,

my ashamed heart has been summed up

as stone bridge, wooden boat and wild ducks flocking

One of my heart grew moss on the stone bridge.

That was my mellow emotion for more than 20 years.

My other heart was unattended on the empty wooden boat.

The old man who had ferried died the year before last

Now my ashamed heart is like these wild ducks

Flash in the Bianhe River in my hometown,

and then insert their heads into the muddy water