Let the hot sun alternate with the heavy rain.
The shouts were almost hoarse.
How many years, how many miles, how many bumps.
Accompanied by those who have tasted the sweetness and sweetness of candied haws.
Clothes are not only used to cover the body.
Sweat stains have already left countless marks on it.
I can only see blood-red rock sugar dissolved into crystal tears.
The song "candied haws" has been sung all over the streets.
But who remembers the man who ate candied haws?
Exhaled gasps
Those sour and sweet hazelnuts and hawthorn
In the south, we strive to find an inch of land and a humble foothold.
I thought I couldn't live a rich life, but my mother's white hair is already.
He was fond of it, shaking and picking up the Weiwei candied haws in his hand.
Slowly picked up the receiver, "Mom, I am all right in Shenzhen!"
Not pursuing is abject poverty, and not wandering is a wandering life.
In this way, struggling in the sea of people, the noise of the city has already drowned his voice.
The sugar juice overflowing from the girl's mouth has a man's temperature.
The lady's eyes are no longer as warm as urchins.
Her dog chased the man crazily yesterday.
Regardless of the wind and rain, we must go our own way.
I chose sugar-coated haws. It was just a fragment of my life.
After this moment, you have to extend into the distance.
All I know is that with strong shoulders and a screaming throat.
Shout for fate, sweet and sour as sugar gourd.
Who can remember tomorrow?
That string of glittering and translucent darling.
The life of a foreigner selling sweet and sour food.
September 26(th), 2006
Mix Xuner wrote in Shenzhen.