Chapter 44 under the lamp

No matter the cries last forever, the war lasts forever No matter crying down Meng Jiangnu or crying down the Great Wall Whether it's a cauliflower field blooming or a land mine blooming The result is sour or bitter fruit Finally, a cape peninsula goes south to more landless Missing old friends and thinking about the homeland, the sunset glow actually burns away leave only one lamp for one person A window with the dark night as the background The bigness of heaven and earth versus a cup of bitter tea If that person is still reading late at night Lamp, you just quietly accompany him to study

If that person does not forget to write poetry when he gets old The lamp will accompany him to chant and meditate Afterwards, pay for the chaotic grass and stars If that person stares north for no reason Just give him a little bit of childhood And if you're tired, you want to sleep at your desk Just use, lamp, your ancient and gentle hand Gently comfort his drooping forehead The white boy lowered his head slightly The boy's head of the Anti-Japanese War, angry with black hair And like a ripe melon sinking down to the black sweet homeland