Homesickness in the rain, drizzle, drizzle
The raindrops falling in the sky form lines.
It's like a wanderer cutting off his mind.
The rain in my hometown
A clean village must be washed again.
The wheat waves rolled in the villagers' dreams.
A corner of the eaves among the green trees is smoking.
Imagine climbing to the top of my hometown.
Father is sitting on the door of the old house.
Wipe the fatigue on your forehead with the back of your hand.
Light a cigarette and squint.
The rain kept dripping on the eaves.
Into a cheerful stream.
Flowing to the green fields
Sitting on the door of my hometown, sitting on the door of my hometown
Look at the clouds in the sky.
Tile blue sky
Because the more clouds, the deeper.
There is a thick bowl on the apricot tree in front of the door.
A donkey is chewing grass.
I don't know which donkey barked.
The donkey also raised its neck and barked.
A white rabbit
As white as snow.
I suddenly got a fright.
Paused and ran to the grass.
Several chickens are screaming.
Run out of the grass
One of them.
Swallow a bug when you stretch your neck.
A familiar voice
Let me see the crossroads.
Shoumama
Is driving the pig home.
The song of homesickness opposes homesickness.
This is a melodious song.
Melodious and beautiful songs
Always in the middle of the night
The moon is high and the stars are blinking.
A wisp of Wei Yun was cut by the breeze.
Always on such a night.
I sing softly with a homesick heart.
Lovely and beautiful hometown
Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters
The golden wheat wave must be rolling in again.
You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again.
Tonight, sleep quietly.
Sleep with my hometown in my dream
Have a happy dream.
When I wake up, maybe.
Father drove the donkey with a whip.
Hope a little more.
After waking up in the afternoon, my hometown is used to entertaining wanderers returning home.
Wanderers are not used to sleeping quietly at home.
Take a nap. Wind, birds, chickens, tractors
Knock hot money out of your dreams.
The sun shone obliquely on the face through the window grilles.
The sound of birds mingled with the children's laughter.
The echo of spring.
Walk out of the wooden fence-like gate. look
The breeze chases spring and runs in the blue sky.
Wei Yun waved snow-white long sleeves and cheered for spring.
Green wheat seedlings carpeted the hillside.
Poems of hope roll on the land of hometown.
On the edge of the village, children are playing with apricot, pear and peach blossoms in their hands.
The adults blamed the children for scaring away spring.
Look at that. There are a flock of birds on the old locust tree.
In the rebuke of adults
flap the wings
Fly west towards the sun.
Looking forward to the vast night sky.
crescent moon
With tired eyes open
Staring at thousands of lights
Light brings warmth.
Sprinkle into the night sky through the window
Maybe it's just your own house.
There will be endless warmth.
Missing is a lonely figure.
Dreams are missing hearts.
True feelings come from the heart.
Love always reveals the truth.
At this time, the midnight bell has struck.
A wanderer who likes to be homesick.
In the dim candlelight
Look at the end of the sky