Looking at the other side of the mountain silently
Watching the morning sun rise.
The moonlight shines warmly in the corner of the village.
It turns the quiet earth into a colorful picture.
Smoke from the kitchen began to rise around the tile house in my hometown.
The kind mother made delicious local products and shouted.
I carry my lunch bag, which contains local potatoes and soba noodles.
Grandpa and I went to herd cattle and sheep.
He was wearing hemp fiber and holding an umbrella with a cane.
The two of us drove the cattle and sheep to the hillside.
Let them go to the forest freely and go to Yuanye.
I saw soma flowers blooming on the hillside.
I smell buckwheat flowers blooming on the hillside.
This is so confusing and beautiful.
I stood at the top of the mountain and looked at the mountains in the distance.
I sat next to Apu (grandpa) and listened to him tell one story after another.
This makes people so happy and happy.
The time of day is like this, and it's fun.
Sunset accompanied by clouds, quietly' falling' on the horizon.
Deep in the forest, those birds are chirping, looking for their home.
In the valley at dusk, those cattle and sheep are shouting from shepherds.
Busy taking the path, I walked back to the village where the smoke curled up.
The hurried people in the golden fields also came back.
Look at that into the dark sky.
The meaning of living for a day is over.
One day, a beautiful life is saying goodbye.
As time went on, everything changed.
Everything is lost in reincarnation.
Childhood memories, Apu's back, all gone.
Childlike stories, ancient legends, are forgotten.
I dream that one day, I will go out of the mountain and have a look.
But I still walk alone on the road of Liangshan, chasing the mountain peaks.
I am eager to realize the story told by Pushu one day.
But I am still walking alone on the forest path, thinking about the soul of the story.
Now the Apu has returned to heaven.
What he left behind was a hemp fiber, a crutch and a story.
I wonder if tomorrow's descendants can inherit it.