(A) homesick
Chun Xue Lu Lu
fill one's mind with a myriad of thoughts and ideas
A pot of aged wine
You can't get drunk without homesickness.
The missing waterfall at home
But I can't shake hands with my parents.
Lonely cabin
If the spark is not bright, the melodious piano will play for a long time.
A folk song about late autumn
Where did you live when you were a cowherd?
Xia Hong accompanied her parents' bronzed faces.
Found hope in the soil.
Green poured down from the hillside.
Can't hold the hand of dreams
Open your eyes and look for it in the sea of suffering
The drizzle is like silk
Moisten the soft willows.
Delicate and beautiful eyes
Wet eyelashes
Missing is like blood flowing.
In a foreign land, kindness is always with you.
I had a drink with my father three years ago.
Full of lovesickness and sadness
Leave home
I miss you more.
Who told my parents to stay?
I know this is my unfilial duty.
Who told the children to stay?
I know what I did.
I won't complain.
There's no need to beg
I'm struggling, with my hands.
Keep your thoughts in your chest and endure them.
Hold the tears in your hands and hold them up again.
Winter is not over yet.
I think of spring.