My uncle told me when he was still alive: Looking back on the 1980s, it was so exciting, like a brightly lit train flashing by in the dark night. My uncle died in the late nineties, a time that he hated because he never understood a lot of things. It's a pity that he didn't live until the new century. If that were the case, he would understand that living clearly is no longer the theme of living.
I've stayed in one hotel after another
I watched movie after movie
I walked through towns and villages
I love my mother but I love girls more now
Flood washed away the mountain temple
Clouds cover half of the moon
Drinking in the desert and singing in the snow
A lumberjack pulls a saw under the stars
It was hot and humid in southern Shaanxi in the summer. I drove my ZTE pickup truck along the river to another village. At that time, my face was as black as a ghost and my hair was like a withered vine, but I always had great ambitions in my heart. I thought of Guevara's famous saying, "How can I turn my face away from the suffering of others." After the noisy night, the moonlight had not yet faded, and I set foot on the road I came from. Not long after, my car broke down. It was sweltering in the car, but my mind was filled with inspiration, so I climbed on the roof of the car and wrote this love poem under the moonlight.
Purpose: Around the new and old centuries, society and ideology changed dramatically, and a series of thought-provoking things happened in Guanzhong and northern Shaanxi in the Qin Dynasty.