堵云的时代在贵州高原,云是我的母亲。母亲美丽、健康和多福。她铺着远近迎亲的婚床,笑如蜜蜂见证花朵。母亲的平跟鞋,像高速公路一样合脚。她斜背的雨伞,匆匆忙忙,白天撑开雄鹰,夜晚绣一朵月鸣。母亲有梦,是如此般配传说。月亮古老的站牌显示繁体字,阳光攒动的街头,爱情日复一日。母亲轻车熟路。云是我的学校。我一上学就读历史,读《诗 The era of cloud cover Guizhou Plateau, the cloud is my mother. Mother is beautiful, healthy and blessed. She has a bridal bed far and near to meet her, laugh as a bee witness flowers. Mother’s flat shoes, like a freeway fit. Her oblique umbrella, hurried, propped during the day eagle, a moonlight embroidery at night. Mother has a dream, is so legendary. The old moon sign shows the traditional characters, the streets full of sunshine, love day after day. Mother is familiar with the road. The cloud is my school. I go to school to study history, read "poetry