A wild goose flew by.
Did you pass your mother's window?
Visit her white hair
Listen to her chatter.
Which tung tree stops in front of the house?
Or lust after the pomegranate after the rain?
Did you read it?
A stove across the corridor
Mother is trying to blow out the fire.
Did you read it?
The crock in the henhouse
It's full of eggs my mother picked up.
Did you read it?
A stone outside the door
An old man sat there eating with his heart.
She looked at the path at the door from time to time.
Dust the stone bench opposite.
A wild goose flew by.
You may have squatted on your father's tombstone?
The weeds in that grave are still tenacious?
Is the pine and cypress beside the grave full of vicissitudes?
The passing child
Have you ever run with your face hidden?
On the road next to that field
But an old woman came along.
Pick up the stones on the ground.
Quietly touching the wild vegetables on the edge of the ground
A wild goose flew by.
Fly over the river to the north of the village.
Drink its pure spring water
Fly over Chibi in the east of the village.
Taste the wild fruit on the top of the cliff.
Fly over the hut in the south of the village
Wake up grandpa who is dozing off.
Fly over my head
Call out my birth name
Fly to its hometown
There must be parents who miss it.