I leaned down, gently hold a handful of hometown black soil, gazing at a long time, I can not help but clench my hand, as if to find twenty-seven years ago, another one I.
This time, the heartbeat frequency and the breath of this piece of land has been indistinguishable.
At this point, the frequency of heartbeat, and the breath of this black soil has been indistinguishable from the long-lost tears, from the eyes of the flow out
This magical black soil ah, this black soil than the black night ah, this exudes a maternal flavor of the black soil ah, I once again hold you tightly, as if a small baby trying to suck on the mother's breasts.
The black soil, you use the sweet milk to feed thousands of children.
One side of the black soil grows one side of the culture, flourishing. The duo bloomed in the field or farmhouse, black earth flavor dialect slang if the birthmark implanted in the body of the traveler, no matter where you go, or go farther away than the distant far away, but ultimately can not go away from your attachment.
The yellow earth
With that homesickness complex, said goodbye to the black earth, I went into this black earth connected to the yellow earth, into the ancestors once home.
It turned out that the people on the yellow land and the black land is in the final analysis the blood relatives, I if a grain of black soil into the yellow land, suddenly, the black land of my gorgeous turn into the yellow land of 'I, like a nirvana.
Facing the yellow soil back to the sky has become history, replaced by modernized agricultural machinery shuttle in the green and yellow alternation of the yellow land.
I unconsciously became a drop of the Yellow River, all the way to the sea, coastal cities are changing rapidly, the fishermen once bitter life has become a story after dinner, fishing port, a fishing boat sailing in a piece of sunrise, motor roar, red flag hunting, is waiting for the voyage
The Yellow River, the Yellow Earth, yellow skin, these simple symbols of the nation ah, this China's birthplace of civilization ah, five years ago, the Yellow River, the Yellow River, the Yellow Earth, yellow skin, these simple symbols, this Chinese The birthplace of civilization, ah, five thousand years of change, the only constant is your toughness, bravery and indomitable. Liuqin opera in the white scarf old man's tobacco pot sublimation of sweet groundnut, dancing square dancers, smiles bloomed in the beautiful music
Suddenly, I forgot myself, forgot their past lives, I belong to the black earth, or belong to the yellow earth? I asked the yellow earth under my feet, the yellow earth will gaze at me, but silent, I believe that my love is not as good as the light of a firefly, but also enough to warm the heart of a grain of dust.
I y love the black earth and yellow earth that nurtured me in my limited life.
I y love the black and yellow land that nurtures me, in my limited life.