Wandering in the south wind,
It's my yearning.
The north that raised me,
It has become a desirable place.
I use litchi in the south,
Miss the sorghum in the north.
With the enthusiasm of the south,
Miss the desolation in the north.
Learned to speak southern dialect,
Sing like a bird,
I want to listen to my fellow villagers.
The roughness of the whip.
When there is no season.
There is no cold city to run around,
I'd rather it snows,
Back to my hometown
I have read Jiangnan, where Fei Ying grass grows.
Reread the scenery of the north.
Hometown lacking color,
Makes me happy and sad.
Although there is a heatable adobe sleeping platform in the north when I was a child,
The south is the battlefield of my life.
My youth,
Has become a landscape in the south,
My love,
Has developed in the south.
My home is in the south,
My parents live in the north.
And traveled all the way to Wan Li to return to the north.
But I'll never get back to the night I left.
I am like a migratory bird,
Living in the south and the north.
My heart is bound by thoughts like a kite,
Also tied to dreams.
Maybe my descendants,
Will come to the south like me.
Travel back to the north.
My soul,
But only between north and south.
Come and go.
The familiar and unfamiliar south,
My kind and the far north.
The familiar and unfamiliar south,
My kind and the far north.
Is it the song that the landlord is looking for?