A mountain full of lilies
I saw the moon bending again.
A breeze blew through the jungle.
Gently accompanied by mother's gentle call.
The grass slope behind you can remember that year.
Happy and carefree us
Laugh all the way.
Out of tune with popular songs
Moonlight as clear and bright as water
Immerse your heart in happiness and fulfillment.
Wade through clear water.
A river with grass on its shore.
I saw the moon bending again.
The flash hides the childhood smile.
Qingshiqiao must be remembered.
We are barefoot.
The clay doll was splashed with mud.
A string of nursery rhyme footprints on the beach
Now I tune nursery rhymes into strings.
It tightened my grip.
The moon is bent, too.
Gazi stood in front of me in tears.
Remember not to break my pen again.
That's the language repeated at the same table.
Because I always use his pen.
Draw that vague "38th parallel"
Now it has become a gift of the past.
Only tearful playmates in return.
The moon climbed up the window lattice.
The willow branches twined around the thin thread in the mother's hand.
It's late at night, and you are still sewing clothes for your son.
Blame the young man for always climbing trees.
Make faces at you.
You just need to worry quietly.
Call me down. It's dangerous.
I am smiling.
Now parting is the reappearance of childhood.
I want to sew my clothes into a silk scroll, full of love.
The mountain road in Yueer Wan Wan is very shallow.
I was vaguely in my heart that year.
The one who will never grow old.
Trees without rings are my idea.
Climbing to the top of the tree is a meniscus.
Homesickness is rampant.
The curved moon, please bring my life's blessings.
Relatives in my hometown
I wish you health and safety in the distance forever!