The small grass house next to the Taomiao Temple.
Skillfully cut out beautiful clothes,
The oil lamp by the sewing machine is busy.
Are inextricably linked, changing centimeters,
Four children need nutrition.
Cutting grass and farmland,
The pole beside Dongjing carries water.
Shoulder the heavy responsibility of starting a family,
The sky, the earth, the sun and the moon all grow in my heart.
Small shops in the city make clothes,
Raising a family depends on one skill.
Day after day, year after year,
Hair dyed into sideburns cream.
Children and grandchildren are in different rows,
You can't forget your kindness.
The heart of an inch of grass has no return,
It is difficult to measure the height and depth of this mountain.
Wise men are happy, benevolent people live long,
Fu Lejia got what he wanted.
Once we're together,
The two old people are in a lonely nest.
When to throw away the endless hiding,
Stay at home with your parents.
Looking at each other, affectionate,
Picturesque, sunset red.
I am old and young, and I am young.
The world is public, and the world is one.