Nearly a hundred miles from the countryside to the city
At the appointed time
We switched on the video at the same time
My mother held my three-year-old son
high
fast, Tell
my son's chubby little hand
to point at my uncle-
(2) Fire
Every time I
celebrate my birthday
, I think of
those days my parents had
lacked food and clothes
which were very embarrassing
. Suspicion is that
the birthday
is coming soon
and I often secretly tell myself
to
live well
(4) Walking on the earth
is like an affectionate dewdrop
welcoming the spring
The long-standing ballad
has already turned the ancient legend
. Woke me up again and again
I heard the ancestors
singing hard
I saw blood and fire
warm light
(5) Legends
Chanting ancient legends in the moonlight
Listening to the tears and sweat shed by the ancestors
Lying in the depths of the earth
. The head
is full of affectionate songs
The birds sing tirelessly day and night
(6) The children in the corner
The four seasons
are like the distant wind
It is leisurely and long
The wheat in the field
is covered with snow forever
Spring
seems to have been. Kissing river
tirelessly
flows through lonely villages
the wind blows over the hills filled with flowers
The cock hasn't woken up the sun
The dog, The moonlight has been
torn all over the place
(7) Days
Lonely village
Not lonely
Chickens fly and dogs jump
Poor days stir up the smell of fireworks
Having a picnic
Mother spent four seasons
cooking black hair for the whole family
Corn and wheat are put away
.
Pickled pickled cabbage and pickled pepper
In order to make the guests come to the table, they are not scarce.
Kill a pig
Sell half, and leave half
Pickled up the fat and thin together
The pots and pans are crowded with children
The old house is very lively
My father has harvested all the crops in a year <