1: Yearning for the distance
Owning an acre of land
A wife
A pair of children
Those who stick to their homeland The story disappears
Countless villages
The forest birds are lonely
The chickens and dogs are lazy
The road outside the village is covered with footprints entering the city
The white-haired old man can’t figure out
Leaving the land
Abandoning his hometown
How to grow crops in a hard city
Two: Watching the old man
In spring
The son carries his luggage again
The old father knows how to manage crops and keep crops Son
How far apart
He had to get used to
The son’s life like a migratory bird
Dare not shed tears
Persevere year after year
A lonely yard
Hang worries and expectations all over the eaves
Three: Miss the children
p>Those days of the New Year
Mom and Dad are all around
Newly bought toys and gorgeous clothes
Joyful laughter fills the courtyard
Such days are always short
I have just finished half of the stew made by grandma
Mom and Dad have gone far
They know How difficult is it to convince your son
Every time I miss you on the phone
I always cry endlessly
The left-behind children don’t know
Such longing How many times will I repeat it?
Four: Missing women
When a man leaves, he says I’m gone
A woman’s dull face is full of nostalgia
It was a good day to go out
The bag on the man’s back was very big and heavy
The retreating figure turned into a tall mountain
Gradually disappear into the warm and lingering sight
I have long been accustomed to the separation of spring
In the poplar catkins like flying snow in May
A woman removes the wheat field The posture of weeds is very beautiful
From the farmyard to the cultivated land of the home
The left-behind women come and go
Picking up the things accidentally left with men Falling sweet words
The sun goes down and the night shuts the woman into the room
The calm outside the door is like water, and inside the door is a flood of longing
Lying The bed is just an illusion
My beating heart has already flown to the horizon