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以陈旧的心境作陪,任由过往的事物贪念过往。邀请居住老屋土坯墙的虫鸣蝉唱们,摆酒叙旧。拒绝风,拒绝过往的孤独。我是风的家园!任由大山冲刷、浇注,灵魂散发出山野味道。那场雪,冻僵了一簇火焰,冻僵了的故土已老态龙钟,冻不僵鸟飞花香。总有一种熟悉的手势于傍晚告别阳光,总有一个熟悉的身影在月下独行。声音是一根鞭子,雷一样炸开一条路;身影是一段距离,越走越远。
To accompany the old state of mind, let the past things greed the past. Inviting living adobe wall adobe cicadas sing, posing old wine. Refuse the wind, reject the loneliness of the past. I am the home of the wind! Leave the mountains washed, pouring, the soul exudes a mountain flavor. That snow, freezing a cluster of flames, frozen homeland has been senile, frozen bird flying non-fragrant. There is always a familiar gesture to bid farewell to the sun in the evening, there is always a familiar figure walking alone on the moon. Sound is a whip, thunder blasted a road; figure is a distance, farther and farther.