Rare and barren fields, stones and olive trees.
The vineyard faces the sea. Next to the share
A small fire is burning. We left the old man's clothes in rags.
Ragged old people's clothes with inferior coal piles. Our days
To a small piece of bread and great sunshine.
A straw hat sparkled under the poplar trees.
The cock is on the fence. The cow is in the loess.
How do we try to make hands made of stone?
To clean up the house and life? Above the beam
Year after year, or Easter tears,
The little cross returns through the resurrection of the dead.
Show up there. How lovely and rich this land is.
Patience and dignity. Every night, the statue will come out of the dry well.
Get up and climb the branch carefully.