I know,
There is such a group of people,
working hard under the scorching sun,
sweating,
Building beautiful homes,
The city we live in.
I know,
There is such a group of people,
In the eyes of some people with indifference and disdain,
busy,
panting hard,
struggling to survive,
Leaving home,
In a foreign land,
Enduring discrimination and contempt,
Suffering misfortune and suffering,
Hold the RMB soaked with blood and sweat,
clasp it tightly with calloused hands,
count the thoughts of separation and the white hair in your hair,
hide in In my pocket,
Look carefully and again,
A star fell in the sky,
It fell in the direction of my hometown,
In front of the old shame tree,
The expectations of the old parents,
The misty eyes of the children~~~
Under the full moon,
In the city illuminated by neon lights,
Find a corner,
Have a cheap mooncake,
Cry tears of longing and grievance,
Looking cringingly at the urban management personnel who walked in,
How many years,
where the blood and sweat have been spent all their lives,
vegetations and buildings have grown.
And they are old,
Tonight,
He will leave,
Before leaving,
< p>Looking at the houses and attics that he had repaired with his own hands in the city,Under the indifferent and wary eyes of some city residents,
Embarked on the way home~~~ < /p>
No thanks
No blessings
Only happy faces,
Enjoying selfish comfort and comfort in a comfortable house Happiness~~