When I was a child, I sang happily.
Life as an adult turned to hardship.
Ten years without new clothes,
It is rare to have a full meal at the age of one.
The world is cold, and relatives and friends abandon it.
Neighbors are snobbish and heartless.
Whether the world is cold or hot,
My heart felt pity for my children and grandchildren, and tears welled up in my eyes.
Children and grandchildren grow up and rush to the future.
Since then, I have received letters from my relatives.
Every time I look forward to the return of my loved ones in front of the village,
Everyone praises their children and grandchildren.
Before the children and grandchildren return,
A handful of loess is separated forever.
The wind at Wangxiangtai is very cold.
There is nothing to do on the bridge.
Wandering home hopelessly,
Only the door of the broken house is locked.
Infinitely sad, crying at the grave,
Just give your heart to wormwood.
God's fragrance is hard to convey to relatives,
Ghost paper lit a fire in my chest.
Hate to borrow a big axe from Xingtian,
Swear to kill three immortals and three buddhas.