Lost

Young is too short

Memories are too long

Is it the wind that teases the time

Blowing the leaves green and golden

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My father and I have been separated for more than ten years

My mother

I don't recognize her younger self

She's hunched over, her eyes are blurred, her legs aren't strong

She has deep wrinkles and her teeth are falling out

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Shadows and shadows

The past grows wild in the branches

Crows, crickets, crickets, shitheads

Slingshots, shuttlecocks, hoops, and old stars

The elm, the elm, the elm, the elm, the elm, the elm, the elm, the elm, the elm, the elm, the elm, and the elm. p>

Elm money, acacia blossoms, sweet potatoes, corncobs

The earthen bed, the stove, the old iron pot, the big water tank

All stories are unforgettable

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I'm standing in a middle-aged street

I'm looking at my hometown

Fence gates, adobe houses

Old date palms, peeling walls

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My grandfather shook a fan

His hands were full of calluses

My grandmother was small and small-footed

Her cooking smelled good

At that time, a statue of Chairman Mao was hung in the center hall

At that time, the old papier-maché windows

Rustled when the wind blew

Barefoot and wearing patches, the old house was a place where I could see my family and my friends. In those days, I was barefoot and wore patched clothes

but it was like paradise

I was so happy

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The afternoon sunshine Sunshine

A little lazy and a little cool

I stood in a middle-aged street

and a yellow-haired girl

looked at each other across the sky

She leaned against an old acacia tree with a smile on her brow

I was at a loss for words and panicked

At my feet

More leaves of gold

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