Talking to the singer——Thinking of the day—May 23rd
In a hall
The wooden table is fixed behind the rope
Peacefully and simply, like jujube flower in May
The singer stood behind the wooden table：
Since 1942
The listeners, from spring, summer, autumn to winter, in daytime or nighttime
Persistently have been pursuing
Conversation, then became bosom friends
The thoughts of one person and a group of people
Were collected by the loess hill
The Yanhe River spread this
Since then, the footsteps wrapped with leggings
From this path, stepped towards
Stone mill, oil lamp, shovel for sheep…
The singer wrote lyrics
Wubaochuan's uneven fine waves took her color
As the original skin color of our father and mother
Crops talked to planters
That was blood communication
When approaching the sun and happiness
There is a classic reverberation
Yan'an in May, hills are green, flowers are red
The loud songs, with the wooden table in the hall
Become scenes
Songs are like waves, just like listeners keep coming
Cheng Lu: Male, he is from Luochuan, Shaanxi Province. He is member of the Chinese Writers Association, member of the Chinese Literary Critics Association.