Where I was raised,
Wandering in a foreign land every night,
My dreams always haunt you.
That winding mountain road,
Leave every footprint of my growth.
Witnessed the growth of a boy in Shan Ye,
Witness the slow development of a mountain village.
Green fields along the mountain road,
The rolling waves of spring breeze,
Just like the good hopes of the villagers.
Drift to the distant place of dreams,
Roads and mountains connect with fields,
Delay to the distance of dreams.
The mountain disappeared into the sky,
It is the grandparents and grandchildren who look out in expectation.
The loess house at the foot of the mountain,
His face is carved with wind and frost.
Rough hands are covered with calluses,
Touching the childish faces of children and grandchildren,
Yiyi willow is around the house.
Accompanied by plumes of smoke,
With the wishes of the villagers.
Ran Ran is flying in the blue sky,
A few cattle and sheep cried affectionately.
Awakened the homesick wanderer in the dream,
Type a few lines on the keyboard,
Like a small river in my hometown, it flows quietly.