A tree is the road I grew up on
A blade of grass is the road I've been on for years
--Title Note
The breeze is blowing on my face
The fragrance of the flowers won't dissipate for a long time
Wolfsbane is all over the hills
Reflected in the evening sunlight
Taking a step in faith, I can't change the trajectory.
Witnessed last night's dream of meeting you
I walked hand in hand across the snowy mountain meadows
Your smile, the face of a gerbera flower
blossomed in the vast grasslands
I am a lark on the grasslands
Flying around you
I left my love for you
in Gannan.
Prostrate myself with devotion
Pray to God
To let you blossom beside me
I pour my thoughts of you
Into the holy Gahai Lake
Sun and moon pass through the endless, day and night
I use my heart to save up the love you gave me
Painting my love into the most beautiful flavor
This life together, I love you, and I love you.
Editor's Comment:
I have never been to the grassland, but I flew to the grassland along the poet's words, looking for the place where those love songs grow. Those breezes, rivers and light white felt houses, Gesang flowers all over the place, full of wolfsbane, flying in the sky of the larks, and the beloved girl hand in hand walked through the snowy mountains and meadows, all converge into the river of love songs. Grassland, the unique scenery pulling the poet's intoxicated gaze, he has his love, he has his thoughts, the Gannan grasslands on the long-flowing love song ah, melting into the holy Gahai Lake, running day and night shuttle, has been to the poet's yearning for the place of the ...... sentimental poets are like this, looking for a scene and a lyrical, through the words, touched by the Readers: "A tree is the road I grow, a grass is the road in my years, I'm just a drop in the ocean, dreaming of the homeland I'm just a red dust once." At the moment Yung Chung Erjia's song is remembered in the ear, intoxicating and moving ...... Thank you for the article, looking forward to more of your wonderful.