在我的心头,故乡和母亲总会交叠成为一团暗影,故乡的深影里走来支离破碎的片段穿在我记忆的命脉,构成黑夜与黎明交接时的呻吟,这一声长长的呻吟,打破我的宁静。春天,我的梦乡复苏,我悲凉地接近我的村庄。一团模糊的鸢尾花渐渐清晰,紫的有些炫目的花朵和有云彩的天空暗示着今天又是一个好天气,枝头的鸟儿啼唤不已,几个少女在故乡街头的 In my heart, the hometown and the mother will always overlap and become a group of shadows. The shadow of my home comes in fragmented fragments worn in my memory of the lifeblood, constituting the groan of the night and dawn handover, the long moan, Break my silence. In the spring, my dreams revived, and I fell asleep near my village. Blurry iris gradually clear purple some dazzling flowers and clouds of sky suggests that today is a good weather, branches of the birds crying endless, a few girls in the streets of their hometown