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It's night, as if you're crying something? I remembered the past, the winding river. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The river sings that sweet song, the song floats over the crooked river, you whistle and I watch the white clouds drift by, what are you thinking, my dear? Is it beyond this day that we will be separated again?

Xiaohe climbed into your dream, you held my hand in the dream, and you said to me: "My dear, we will break up again, although I don't want to go, but in order to build our great Chinese dream together, I must go away." ”

What didn't I say? I silently took your hand and put my palm on your palm, we are heart-to-heart, your heart is my heart.

The green waves tickled my heart, and the dripping rain on the eaves woke me up from every dream. I picked a few peach blossoms with bamboo blue in my hand, and then sang a love song that floated across the countryside and the hillside.

It's been too long since I've been away from home, and I'm going to be separated from each other again. Many pastoral shots that have been forgotten are now like the river in my hometown, leading my thoughts from this side to the other side of the mountain, reluctant to stop and regain the old dreams.

It was a different morning, the mushroom date in the dense green maple forest, poking his head, looking up at the sky, following my example, quietly tasting the green olives, and remembering Sanmao's song again.

Thirty-two herons, hovering in the sky, scattering wisps of dense mist, in a large area of bright and quiet paddy fields, searching, searching......

I began to prop up the long penny, which spread in my dreams......

I want to sing, I want to fly......

Don't ask me where I'm from, my hometown is far away, why wander, wander, wander......

Morning dew is even cooler on the tips of the leaves. It's been a long, long time since I've had such a longing. Don't go, dear, I read your name again and again in my heart, I don't want you to go, but how can I bear to let you stay.

You're whistling, you're holding my hand, you're saying to me, dear, I'm leaving, I'm leaving, my country needs us, I'm going back to my work, I'm going to be in construction.

I don't want to leave, but there are thousands of homes waiting for us, how many small egos can form a big self, and how many families can build a country together.

I don't want you to go, but I can't bear to let you stay.

My dear, don't go, don't go, I said the same words a thousand times in my heart, but when I came to my mouth, I pretended to smile and said, "Honey, you can go with confidence!" With me at home, I will take care of our parents, I will take up the burden of the family, and I will not let you worry about ......"

It's a different morning, and the river in my hometown is singing sweetly, singing with my love for you and infinite concern.

You are about to travel far away, and I will play a song for you with the lute in my arms......

Xiaohe is singing sweetly, and the song is melodious, touching the hearts of you and me.

Brother and sister have a long affection, and a long affection......

Two

A year has passed, and suddenly there is no news of you, I panicked, where are you, where are you? I've searched the streets, but I can't find any trace of you......

I often ask passers-by who are returning home with you, where are you? They always shook their heads and didn't speak.

I hold the lute in my arms again, looking forward to your return......

Where are you? Where exactly are you? ……

No one told me, only the raindrops on the eaves, sobbing with a loud sound......

The heron is still flying high in the sky, but the same scene is not the same heart, I am seeking, I am looking for the old dreams, walking down your footsteps, going down......

Year after year, my parents asked me, "Why hasn't Lian'er come back yet?" ”

"I'll be back, I'll be back," I said to my parents.

Every day I go to the green maple forest, and I want to look for your footprints there, but every time it is melancholy, and the love song and whistle still ring in my ears......

One day, a postman was holding a letter with a description of how many years the Communist Party of China had been founded, and you remember that I was secretly collecting stamps, so he left me his favorite stamps.

I'm waiting, I'm still waiting, no matter how many years, I'm going to wait for your return......

However, I waited until I reached a hundred, but I never saw a trace again......

Where are you? Where exactly are you? ……

The old father left, and when he left, he called Lian'er, when are you going to go home, go home and see your parents......

I have tears in my eyes, and I still have my mother.

Even, when are you going to come home, go home and see our mother......

No one answered me, only the heavens spoke to me.

I shed tears, and I can only use countless memories to keep my love......