Poetry praising the land, modern poetry

2. Poetry praising the land

Poems praising the land 6 1. What are the poems praising the land?

1, why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ...-"I love this land" Ai Qing

2. The stars tilt down from the open space, and the moon runs from the upper reaches of the river. -Du Fu's "Expressing My Mind at Night"

Reading the stars hanging on the horizon, Ye Ping looks broad; The moonlight is surging with the waves, and the river is rolling eastward.

3. At the end of the mountain and the beginning of the plain, the river flows into the river. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry".

Interpretation of the fading green hills and endless Ye Ping. The Yangtze River surges and flows into the vast wasteland.

4. one water protects the field, and two mountains send green. -Wang Song Anshi "Mr. Yin Shu Lake Wall"

A small river outside the courtyard protects the farmland and surrounds it; Two big mountains open doors to give people green.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! . -Meng Haoran's "Send Yuan Two Stones to Anxi"

Interpretation The wilderness is boundless, the sky is deeper than trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

6. Wan Li is a land of mountains and rivers and a hero of the Jin Dynasty. Luo Yin's Climbing the Tower of Zhou Xia in Tang Dynasty

The Tang Dynasty, including Zhou Xia, has a vast territory, and many heroes died here.

7, blood spilled the original grass, and the cold earth sent Chunhua. -Lu Xun's Untitled

The blood of the predecessors has soaked the land of the Central Plains, raising a new generation of soldiers to rise tall and straight. The cold blocked the whole China, but the beautiful spring flowers bloomed in the ice and snow.

If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm will always be filled with our rivers of grief and indignation. -"I love this land" Ai Qing

9. Rock is exposed to wind and frost, and polished fragments are born in rapids. After the rain clears, you are exposed to the blue sky. -"bare land"

10, sunshine, in the land of spring, left many poems and paintings, with a hymn praised by people, heroic and magnificent.

-Guanglong Xiaoyun "Singing forever for the land of spring"

2. Ancient poems praising the land

1, Wan Li, land of mountains and rivers, Tang Dynasty, Millennium hero. On the Tower of Zhou Xia Don Luo Yin

Interpretation: The Tang Dynasty, including Zhou Xia, has a vast territory, and many heroes died here.

2. Famous places are expensive. Twenty Rhymes of Tang Xuxuan's "Yin Shilang's New Tea under Yongmen"

Interpretation: Names will also become more valuable with the land.

The land is barren and the scenery is beautiful. A Letter to Meng Haoran at the Age of Lecheng (a poem by Wang Wei) Zi Rong

Interpretation: When the land reaches the place where the "Ouyue" people live, it is gone (the sea is in front). Since the first month of the lunar calendar, everything has revived, and the scene of spring has gradually emerged.

4. One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. In Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi's Book of Mr. Yin on the Wall of the Lake

Interpretation: a small river outside the courtyard protects the farmland and surrounds it; Two big mountains open doors to give people green.

The Moon Palace is lucky to have a spare field, so why not plant two plants in the center. Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty: Three Poems of Gui in Dongcheng

Interpretation: There may be idle fields in the Moon Palace. Why not plant two osmanthus trees in its center?

6. Talk more about raising taxes in the pond, and plough deep into the fields to support the family. Song Xie Wei's "Persuade Agriculture"

Interpretation: more things are stocked in the pond, which will only increase taxes; Hard work and farming are enough to support the family.

7, the poem is on the donkey's back, the wine field wine flag. Zhao Bingwen's Poems and Paintings of Chunshan in Jin Dynasty

Interpretation: when writing poetry, it is on the back of the donkey, and when drunk, it is next to the wine flag on the edge of the field.

There are many flat fields in the world, so it is necessary to take shortcuts. "Trial inkstone" Song Shaoyong

Interpretation: The world is full of flat fields, so why take a hard shortcut?

3. What are the poems praising the land?

Land love poems

Modern shuting

I love this land, just like,

Love my silent father.

Hot land with abundant blood supply,

Land soaked in sweat, fermentation and oil,

Under the powerful plow and barefoot,

Breathing slightly,

Driven by huge internal heat energy,

Up and down,

Carrying bronze statues, monuments, museums,

But to write the final judgment in the fault.

Mine,

Frozen, muddy and cracked land,

Mine,

Worried, generous and harsh land,

Give me the land of color and language,

Give me the land of wisdom and strength.

I love this land, just like,

Love my gentle and affectionate mother.

The earth full of kisses from the sun,

A fertile land where milk is wasted,

Contains layers of fallen leaves,

Arched stubble buds,

Abandoned again and again,

Never be ungrateful to others,

Produce all the sounds, colors, lines,

It's called despicable mud itself.

Mine,

Dark, bloody, sparkling land,

Mine,

A lush, desolate and rugged land,

Give me the land of love and hate,

Give me the land of pain and happiness.

My father gave me endless dreams,

My mother gave me a sensitive and sincere heart.

My line is,

The rustling acacia forest,

Talking to the earth day and night,

Love that never goes bad.

Shu Ting, a contemporary poetess, 1952, born in Quanzhou, Fujian, grew up in Xiamen. If you don't graduate from junior high school, you will "jump in the queue". 1969 He began to write, and at that time, poetry had been circulated among educated youth. After returning to the city, I worked as a variety of temporary workers: cement worker, car stopper, length cutter and welder. 1979 began to publish poems in the journal Folk Customs Today, and in the same year he officially published his works in Poetry magazine.

Extended data:

Land Love Poetry has five sections, which can be divided into three parts. The first and second parts are the first part, and the third and fourth parts are the second part. These two parts express the poet's love for the land from the perspective of his father and mother. The fifth section is the third part, emphasizing the poet's eternal "love" for the land.

A large number of modifiers about land in the poem can be classified as masculine and feminine respectively, which highlights the different roles of "fatherhood" and "motherhood" of land. The poet reveals the feeling of suffering and melancholy in his poems, but it does not make people feel depressed. This is the same mentality of the generation after the "Cultural Revolution" ten years ago.

Reference source: Baidu Encyclopedia-Land Love Poems

4. Poetry praising the land

Praise your magical black land

-Kaijiang Festival in Heluobei County

On the foggy bank of Heilongjiang

There is a bright northern pearl.

It is rooted in the border of the motherland where the golden rooster announces the dawn.

It is located in the beautiful Xing 'an Mountain System.

It has a lush and boundless forest.

Endless black land.

It has inexhaustible mineral resources.

It has unparalleled tourist attraction.

Dabing Yin Xue Zhuang Su Guo

Rare birds spread their wings in the wetlands.

The forest is very big.

Dajiejiang Sino-Russian Friendship

Great development is beyond the reach of the whip.

Great construction is changing with each passing day

Great creation is a race against time.

Great achievements changed on another day.

Beautiful and rich home.

Where the hell are you?

friend

Don't worry.

Let me tell you proudly

This is the bustling Beidacang.

This is Rob China.

A magical black land

The magical black land.

What immortal legends have there been?

Thousands of demobilized officers and men cultivated land.

When the person in front falls down.

Generations have risked their lives for you.

Keep up

Heilongjiang black land

You have eternal hope.

You recorded an immortal miracle.

Poverty that once existed.

We can't forget.

Bright future

We need everyone to struggle and rise.

Talking about rivers.

This flow is endless.

You'll never look back.

Go straight east.

You step over the rugged terrain and break the thorns.

where the sun rises

Create brilliant

Welcome hope

oh

I see.

This is the land of Luobei where you, Tiger Leaping Dragon, are.

This is the excellent-Luobei economy of enriching the people and strengthening the county.

There is an urgent need to find ancient poems praising the land.

unplanted/unsown field

( 1)

Rocks exposed to wind and frost

Polished fragments

Born in a torrent

After the storm, it was calm.

You are naked in the blue sky.

(2)

Mom is shy.

Put weeds on you.

Dotted with green leaves and red flowers

You often roll up your sleeves.

Naked in front of the matchmaker

(3)

Your mother gave you a dowry.

There are not many gold, silver and jewels.

Greedy husband

Touch you carefully

Naked contempt for your face

(4)

Your child

Looks just like you.

Yellow and black skin

You use muddy hands

Let them learn to walk naked.

(5)

Have a son

Envy the height of the rock.

You told him.

That's grandpa's grave.

Naked in your heart

(6)

Your daughter

Get married in the wind and rain

You told them.

Not afraid to accompany the sea

Will be exposed to the morning glow.

Land in China

Liu Zhanqiu

Do you know this magical land?

Buried with golden acacia

Strings of azaleas are colorful.

The goddess' sigh comes from the torrent of the Three Gorges.

From permafrost to green coconut groves in winter.

The rosy waves caressed the beach.

Do you know this song?

Mysterious land

Yellow skin and black hair are beautiful.

A sincere character is like a lake in the breeze.

Stubborn and brave, like the Yangtze River.

There is joy under the frosted grapes.

Hard core opened the opportunity for revival.

Note: The Land of China is selected from Untitled Lyrics (Chongqing Publishing House, 1986).

Wheat field in May

lake

Haizi, the brother of the world

A hug in the wheat field

East, South, North and West

Four brothers in the rye, good brothers

Review the past

Recite their own poems.

A hug in the wheat field

Sometimes I sit alone.

Dream of brothers in the wheat field in May.

I saw pebbles in my hometown rolling all over the river beach.

There is always a curved sky at dusk.

Villages that fill the earth with sadness.

Sometimes I sit alone in the wheat field and recite China's poems for my brothers.

No eyes, no lips

I love this land-Ai Qing.

I love this land.

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,

This endless wind,

And the gentle dawn from the forest ...-and then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply. ...

This poem is very simple, and it is in it.

6. What are the poems praising the land?

I have a burning love for the vast Kanto Yuanye. I heard her calling my name all the time and I heard her calling me all the time. I sometimes put my hand on my chest. I know my heart is still beating, and my heart is still spewing blood, because I often feel that it is overflowing with enthusiasm. When I lie on the ground, when I look up at the stars in the sky and hold a handful of dirt in my hand, or when I recall my childhood, I will think of the towering green birch forest and the beautiful birch trees groaning on the leaves; I saw galloping horses, Mongolian dogs howling in the middle of the night, and I heard the creaking whip rolling down the mountain stream; I think of sorghum like red cloth, golden beans, black land, ruby face, jet eyes, colorful mountain carvings, Mercedes-Benz deer, pine-scented coal and red gold; I remembered the distant bell, the horse running on a straight road with a string of bells on a sunny day, the late-night conversation of Fox Fairy, and the grotesque wind in Yuan Ye ... At this moment, I heard my hometown calling me, and a voice called me from my hometown. She whispered my name, so anxious that I had to go back. I'm always bothered by this sound. No matter where I go, even if I sleep soundly or wake up suddenly in my sleep, it suddenly occurs to me that I should go back. I have to go back. I never wanted to leave her. This kind of voice is irresistible and can't be chosen. This voice will always communicate with my heart. When I think of my hometown, I can see the deep layer of the earth, rolling with a red mature mud, which is the source of sound. In that ancient stratum, there is a burning torrent, like my heart spewing blood. I know this. I often put my hand on the ground and feel her beating, just like my heart. They never stop, their blood keeps flowing, they are calling each other warmly and tacitly, and one day they will meet.

The land is my mother, and every inch of my skin has soil particles; As soon as my palm approaches the ground, my heart becomes calm. I am the blood of the land, and I can't leave her. On the land of my hometown, I have printed countless footprints of myself. I buried my laughter in that field. I caught a grasshopper on that rice and left my handprint on that heavy pick. I have eaten my own cabbage. The soil in my hometown is fragrant. In spring, when the east wind blows, the fragrance of the earth wafts from the fields. The river is shallow, the wicker rushes out like a misty rain, and the air is filled with the sound of joy. There are songs everywhere in Yuan Ye, the sky is clear and transparent, and the sound of labor rings from one end to the other. In autumn, silvery white spider silk hangs on the horn, and the grain truck pulls the grain back. Sparrows are tired of eating and flying around. The aroma of rice grains is rich, and the yard rolling over the new valley is ringing, so beautiful and rich ... No one can forget her. I will fight for her to the end. Land, vilen, my hometown, you must be liberated! You must stand up! Every night I hear the sound of hooves, and the children of the grassland call on the horizon at dawn. Then I got up and looked for the big bear in the north in the sky. In its golden light, it is my hometown. I watched over there until dawn. I will never forget it, because I promised her that I would come back to her, and I promised that I would definitely go back. I would give anything for her. I must see a more beautiful hometown in front of me or in front of my grave. I will wash away all her filth and shame with my tears.

Poetry about praising the land 1. Poetry about praising the land, urgent

I love this land (Author: Zhu Ziqing)

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,

This endless wind,

And the gentle dawn from the forest ...

And then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply. ...

Land in China

Liu Zhanqiu

Do you know this magical land?

Buried with golden acacia

Strings of azaleas are colorful.

The goddess' sigh comes from the torrent of the Three Gorges.

From permafrost to green coconut groves in winter.

The rosy waves caressed the beach.

Do you know this song?

Mysterious land

Yellow skin and black hair are beautiful.

A sincere character is like a lake in the breeze.

Stubborn and brave, like the Yangtze River.

There is joy under the frosted grapes.

Hard core opened the opportunity for revival.

Wheat field in May

lake

Brothers all over the world

A hug in the wheat field

East, South, North and West

Four brothers in the rye, good brothers

Review the past

Recite their own poems.

A hug in the wheat field

Sometimes I sit alone.

Dream of brothers in the wheat field in May.

I saw pebbles in my hometown rolling all over the river beach.

There is always a curved sky at dusk.

Villages that fill the earth with sadness.

Sometimes I sit alone in the wheat field and recite China's poems for my brothers.

No eyes, no lips

The first section of the poem "The Land of China" is about land. The poet carefully selected specific images representing the southeast and northwest of China, such as azaleas, Three Gorges, goddess peak, frozen soil, coconut groves and waves, which are extremely general and avoid ambiguity. The second section naturally describes the "beautiful" people living in this magical land and predicts the revival and prosperity of the great motherland.

Haizi comes from the countryside, and "wheat field" is the theme that he often sings in his poems. "Wheat" is the life background of our Chinese farming nation, and "wheat field" can be understood as the source of national spirit. It can be said that each of us is a "son in the rye". The first section of this poem describes the gathering and hug of brothers all over the world in the wheat field, but when we finish the second section, we will find that the first section is only the poet's dream: "sitting alone" facing the wheat field in May is the reality before the poet. Therefore, this poem is about the poet's loneliness and dreams in the face of wheat fields.

2. Ancient poems praising the land

1, Wan Li, land of mountains and rivers, Tang Dynasty, Millennium hero. On the Tower of Zhou Xia Don Luo Yin

Interpretation: The Tang Dynasty, including Zhou Xia, has a vast territory, and many heroes died here.

2. Famous places are expensive. Twenty Rhymes of Tang Xuxuan's "Yin Shilang's New Tea under Yongmen"

Interpretation: Names will also become more valuable with the land.

The land is barren and the scenery is beautiful. A Letter to Meng Haoran at the Age of Lecheng (a poem by Wang Wei) Zi Rong

Interpretation: When the land reaches the place where the "Ouyue" people live, it is gone (the sea is in front). Since the first month of the lunar calendar, everything has revived, and the scene of spring has gradually emerged.

4. One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. In Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi's Book of Mr. Yin on the Wall of the Lake

Interpretation: a small river outside the courtyard protects the farmland and surrounds it; Two big mountains open doors to give people green.

The Moon Palace is lucky to have a spare field, so why not plant two plants in the center. Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty: Three Poems of Gui in Dongcheng

Interpretation: There may be idle fields in the Moon Palace. Why not plant two osmanthus trees in its center?

6. Talk more about raising taxes in the pond, and plough deep into the fields to support the family. Song Xie Wei's "Persuade Agriculture"

Interpretation: a lot of things are stocked in the pond, which will only increase taxes; Hard work and farming are enough to support the family.

7, the poem is on the donkey's back, the wine field wine flag. Zhao Bingwen's Poems and Paintings of Chunshan in Jin Dynasty

Interpretation: when writing poetry, it is on the back of the donkey, and when drunk, it is next to the wine flag on the edge of the field.

There are many flat fields in the world, so it is necessary to take shortcuts. "Trial inkstone" Song Shaoyong

Interpretation: The world is full of flat fields, so why take a hard shortcut?

3. What are the poems praising the land?

I love this land as much as my taciturn father.

Hot land full of blood, land soaked with oil fermented by sweat, panting slightly under the powerful plow blade, barefoot, pushed by the huge heat inside, rising calmly, carrying bronze statues, monuments and museums, but writing the final judgment in the fault. My frozen, muddy, cracked land, my worried, generous and harsh land, land of color and language, land of wisdom and strength.

I love this land, just like my gentle and affectionate mother. Abundant land full of kisses from the sun, generous land where milk is squandered, contains layers of fallen leaves, arches new buds, and is abandoned again and again, never ungrateful to others, producing all sounds, colors and lines, but it is called humble mud itself.

My dark, bloody and shining land, my lush, lonely and bumpy land, the land of love and hate, the land of pain and happiness. My father gave me endless dreams, and my mother gave me a sensitive and sincere heart.

My poem is that the rustling acacia forest pours out its love to the land day and night and will never deteriorate. Shu Ting, a contemporary poetess, 1952, born in Quanzhou, Fujian, grew up in Xiamen.

If you don't graduate from junior high school, you will "jump in the queue". 1969 He began to write, and at that time, poetry had been circulated among educated youth.

After returning to the city, I worked as a variety of temporary workers: cement worker, car stopper, length cutter and welder. 1979 began to publish poems in the journal Folk Customs Today, and in the same year he officially published his works in Poetry magazine.

Extended data:

Land Love Poetry has five sections, which can be divided into three parts. The first and second parts are the first part, and the third and fourth parts are the second part. These two parts express the poet's love for the land from the perspective of his father and mother. The fifth section is the third part, emphasizing the poet's eternal "love" for the land.

A large number of modifiers about land in the poem can be classified as masculine and feminine respectively, which highlights the different roles of "fatherhood" and "motherhood" of land. The poet reveals the feeling of suffering and melancholy in his poems, but it does not make people feel depressed.

This is the same mentality of the generation after the "Cultural Revolution" ten years ago. Source reference: Baidu Encyclopedia-Land Love Poems.

4. What are the poems praising the land?

1, why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ...-"I love this land" Ai Qing

2. The stars tilt down from the open space, and the moon runs from the upper reaches of the river. -Du Fu's "Expressing My Mind at Night"

Reading the stars hanging on the horizon, Ye Ping looks broad; The moonlight is surging with the waves, and the river is rolling eastward.

3. At the end of the mountain and the beginning of the plain, the river flows into the river. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry".

Interpretation of the fading green hills and endless Ye Ping. The Yangtze River surges and flows into the vast wasteland.

4. one water protects the field, and two mountains send green. -Wang Song Anshi "Mr. Yin Shu Lake Wall"

A small river outside the courtyard protects the farmland and surrounds it; Two big mountains open doors to give people green.

How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! . -Meng Haoran's "Send Yuan Two Stones to Anxi"

Interpretation The wilderness is boundless, the sky is deeper than trees, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

6. Wan Li is a land of mountains and rivers and a hero of the Jin Dynasty. Luo Yin's Climbing the Tower of Zhou Xia in Tang Dynasty

The Tang Dynasty, including Zhou Xia, has a vast territory, and many heroes died here.

7, blood spilled the original grass, and the cold earth sent Chunhua. -Lu Xun's Untitled

The blood of the predecessors has soaked the land of the Central Plains, raising a new generation of soldiers to rise tall and straight. The cold blocked the whole China, but the beautiful spring flowers bloomed in the ice and snow.

8. If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: on this land hit by the storm, our rivers of grief and indignation will always surge. -"I love this land" Ai Qing

9. Rock is exposed to wind and frost, and polished fragments are born in rapids. After the rain clears, you are exposed to the blue sky. -"bare land"

10, sunshine, in the land of spring, left many poems and paintings, with a hymn praised by people, heroic and magnificent.

-Guanglong Xiaoyun "Singing forever for the land of spring"

5. What are the poems praising the land?

Land love poems

Modern shuting

I love this land, just like,

Love my silent father.

Hot land with abundant blood supply,

Land soaked in sweat, fermentation and oil,

Under the powerful plow and barefoot,

Breathing slightly,

Driven by huge internal heat energy,

Up and down,

Carrying bronze statues, monuments, museums,

But to write the final judgment in the fault.

Mine,

Frozen, muddy and cracked land,

Mine,

Worried, generous and harsh land,

Give me the land of color and language,

Give me the land of wisdom and strength.

I love this land, just like,

Love my gentle and affectionate mother.

The earth full of kisses from the sun,

A fertile land where milk is wasted,

Contains layers of fallen leaves,

Arched stubble buds,

Abandoned again and again,

Never be ungrateful to others,

Produce all the sounds, colors, lines,

It's called despicable mud itself.

Mine,

Dark, bloody, sparkling land,

Mine,

A lush, desolate and rugged land,

Give me the land of love and hate,

Give me the land of pain and happiness.

My father gave me endless dreams,

My mother gave me a sensitive and sincere heart.

My line is,

The rustling acacia forest,

Talking to the earth day and night,

Love that never goes bad.

Shu Ting, a contemporary poetess, 1952, born in Quanzhou, Fujian, grew up in Xiamen. If you don't graduate from junior high school, you will "jump in the queue". 1969 He began to write, and at that time, poetry had been circulated among educated youth. After returning to the city, I worked as a variety of temporary workers: cement worker, car stopper, length cutter and welder. 1979 began to publish poems in the journal Folk Customs Today, and in the same year he officially published his works in Poetry magazine.

Extended data:

Land Love Poetry has five sections, which can be divided into three parts. The first and second parts are the first part, and the third and fourth parts are the second part. These two parts express the poet's love for the land from the perspective of his father and mother. The fifth section is the third part, emphasizing the poet's eternal "love" for the land.

A large number of modifiers about land in the poem can be classified as masculine and feminine respectively, which highlights the different roles of "fatherhood" and "motherhood" of land. The poet reveals the feeling of suffering and melancholy in his poems, but it does not make people feel depressed. This is the same mentality of the generation after the "Cultural Revolution" ten years ago.

Reference source: Baidu Encyclopedia-Land Love Poems

6. Search for poems praising the land in the past dynasties (it is best to be short and easy to copy, thank you!

All my poems are always in the same strain as the land, and all my promises and pursuits are condensed in my pastoral and pen farming. When my soul has been deeply embedded in this land, I have created a brilliant wind in the reclamation area along the endless artistic conception of thinking, which has propped up an atmosphere, a mellow thought, a surging green wave of emotion, a drizzle-like breeze, more like autumn in fruitful fruits, and the author has a deep sleep from the light of the roots. Ah, the meaning and strength of living between a pen and a plow shine in my fertile countryside. My simple poems are all simple songs. The purity of the grass leaves, looking at the land that lost blood after harvesting. Whispers of gratitude and self-weakness burst in my chest. (Author: Zhu Ziqing) If I were a bird, I would also like to sing with a hoarse throat: this land that has been hit by the storm is always surging with our rivers of grief and indignation, blowing endlessly, which is irritating.

Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... China land, Liu Zhanqiu, do you know, this magical land is buried with golden acacia, a string of azaleas and colorful rapids, and the goddess sighs from the Three Gorges. In winter, from frozen soil to green coconut groves, rosy waves caress the sand? Do you know, this magical land has yellow skin, black hair is so beautiful and upright, like a lake in the breeze, tenacious and brave, like frosted grapes pouring down thousands of miles from the Yangtze River, jumping happily, and hard core opens the opportunity for revival. In May, the brothers in the world will hug four brothers in the wheat fields of east, west, north and south. Good brothers look back and recite poems in the wheat field. Sometimes I sit alone in the wheat field in May and dream that my brothers see pebbles rolling all over the beach in my hometown. At dusk, there is always an arc-shaped sky that fills the earth with sad villages. Sometimes I sit alone in the wheat field and recite China's poems for my brothers. I have no eyes and no lips.