You came in a hurry,
carrying an empty basket.
The arms waved weakly,
Sadness was frowned between the brows;
The footsteps slapped the stone slabs of the ancient street,
Enter the peacefulness of the neighbor's dream.
You came in a hurry,
carrying an empty basket;
Your eyes were dull and tired,
Your face was engraved with dignity;
The smoke blurred the streets behind me,
The morning breeze ruffled the beauty of the white hair.
You came in a hurry,
carrying an empty basket;
Your mustache is full of vicissitudes of life,
Your clothes reveal the Difficult;
The sorrow and joy are hidden under the sternum,
The drooped head is full of hope.
This is a morning scene in the south of the Yangtze River.
This is a suspense at dawn.
Whether it is for the ups and downs of life,
or for the smiling faces of his wife and children,
As long as the pace of life never falters,
Hope The sunshine is not far ahead.