Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan, which always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment, like a wave of farewell in the fog.
After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old.
2. Homesickness
Purple fish order
The day of parting should be over.
Haggard and harmful Sauvignon Blanc-
Think of the wheat in my hometown.
Now, I am familiar with the wind.
I think-
Think of running water gnawing at roots.
Think of bare calves and arms.
A child is flapping a splash.
get along with one another swimmingly (like fish in water) ...
3. Taoxiang Four Seasons
A heavy dream
Hanging in a vast field
A fragrant breeze
Blow away the farmhouse
That infatuation
Dreams are not lingering.
In the festive atmosphere
Qicai jinbo
Swing in the arms of the water town
People drink thousands of glasses of wine.
Right here-
When fertile land is thousands of miles away.
4. Wang Xiangtai
Boarding Wangxiangtai
Walk at the foot of many mountains
Look at a cloud in the sky.
The wind brought the local accent.
There is no Lin Tao around.
The mountain road is curved and narrow.
There is only one way to my hometown.
Zhitong Wang Xiangtai
Look at the mountains and water in my hometown.
Look at the willow and locust trees in my hometown.
And the pine trees at home.
Like my grandmother.
Thousands of miles away from home
It's been years.
Homesickness will never retreat.
Always come to Wangxiangtai every year.
5. Homesickness
There is always a sound that reminds people of the past.
There is always a memory lingering on the edge of my heart.
There is always a kind of waiting, even if the steps are drifting away,
As if we had never left, in the story of life,
Count the fleeting years. . . . . .