Lyrics:
There is a girl in the village named Xiaohua, whose eyebrows are curved like a crescent moon.
Whenever the field is full of rape blossoms, I will pick one for her.
The clothes on her body are always a little big, and she says it's because she misses her mother.
Naive, she will have many ideas, always hoping to grow up quickly.
I was only eighteen when I left home that year, and Xiaohua had grown up.
Maybe she has a family and should have a fat doll.
Now that I have settled in the city, the little flowers of that year are gone.
All the girls in the city are beautiful, but I like flowers best.
One early summer after many years, I went home all the way.
But I never saw her again. I only heard that she went to the end of the world alone.
Extended data:
In fact, everyone has two selves in their hearts, especially those who go far and struggle for their ideals. The long tempering and the imbalance between inner desire and reality have made more and more people gradually lose their confident and optimistic self. Even if the rest of them have gorgeous external packaging, their hearts are still not brilliant.
There will be a pure blue sky in everyone's heart, and an indelible "little flower" plot will be hidden in everyone's heart. It seems that only that "little flower" and the memory under that blue sky are the best medicine for everyone to liberate themselves and suppress themselves, and also the best reason for everyone to return to that sincere and optimistic self.