The sound of music in the countryside
The boat floats slowly in the shade of weeping willows,
The cool breeze of early autumn blows.
The ripples on the water surface.
The sounds of the villages on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are blown.
I rested alone by the boat window,
quietly watching the waves of the river,
quietly listening to the sounds from far and near,
Once again, we are in tacit agreement with the scene of childhood!
This is the clear and childish call,
There is a lot of work in the field,
The bamboo fence Dogs bark and roosters crow,
But this is unreasonable sadness and desolation!
White clouds fly in the blue sky,
I want to put away the annoying years,
I want to entrust the annoying love to disappear with the boundless ethereal spirit
Return to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,
Like the white-headed magpie in the morning breeze,
Like the grass and flowers by the pool, naturally bright.