Stepping on the dew of spring,
I was bathed in the hot summer sunshine,
The Dragon Boat Festival, which feels far away,
Suddenly came to the side.
I remember when I was a child, every day when Duanyang came,
Artemisia argyi was inserted in the worn knocker early to ward off evil spirits.
Father narrowed his eyes and sat on the polished threshold.
Mom is busy with her hands and feet,
With the spread of dusk, chimneys curl up and smoke from kitchen chimneys curl up.
The air above the house is filled with the sticky and sweet taste of zongzi.
Later, we flapped our wings like feathered birds.
Leave your parents, leave home.
Layers of zongzi leaves are parents' blessings.
Sticky glutinous rice is a stumbling block for parents.
Jujube is as red and sweet as parents' hearts.
We are like a group of greedy insects, pestering our mother left and right,
Whispering, getting wind,
At the last jump of the stove,
Gather in front of parents.
Father is essential to instill nagging about how to be a man.
Mom has ten for you and twenty for her.
Combine zongzi with parents' love for their children,
Stuff it all in their children's backpacks,
The empty basket became dry and quiet.
It's the Dragon Boat Festival and the fragrance of zongye.
Father went to heaven and the old house was demolished.
I never dreamed that in my dream, it gave off a sticky and sweet taste.
If only there were an afterlife,
I will personally wrap a zongzi for my parents.
Just like my mother's posture, twisting left and right.
Put parents' love, parents' hearts, together with parents' health,
Fasten it.
I want to light that nonexistent stove with you,
Let the flame of love illuminate us, along with our parents' faces,
Sticky sweetness!
With the gentle wind, floating, floating.