Lyrics;
I miss the river in my hometown and the water mill that squeaks and sings by the river.
Oh, mom, if a spray smiles at you, it's me, it's me, it's me.
I miss the smoke from my hometown and the ox cart that goes to the market on the small road.
Oh, mom, if the bamboo flute blows at you.
That's me, that's me, that's me, I miss the fishing fire in my hometown.
And the beautiful conch on the beach, oh, mom.
If a sail comes to you, it's me, me, me, me.
I miss the bright moon in my hometown and the reflection of the green hills in the water.
Oh, mom, if you hear folk songs floating in the distance.
That's me, that's me, that's me
Extended data;
Written in 1982. This is an aria-style lyric song. The so-called "chanting style" refers to a kind of lyric song with free rhythm, rich poetry and emphasis on inner experience. The lyrics are beautiful, like an elegant and slightly hazy landscape painting.
The song expresses the heart of a faraway wanderer's fist and fist to the fullest through the yearning for his hometown "River", "Cooking Smoke", "Fishing Fire" and "Bright Moon" and his feelings for his mother.
This song is not so much an expression of homesickness as an expression of overseas children's deep yearning for the place where their ancestors lived and multiplied, and the "mother" mentioned in the song can also be said to be the image of the motherland.