I wrote down my thoughts in April of the earth.
It's a long way to my hometown.
Along the cement road
A pinch of fresh mud
Where is my Xinghua village?
The shepherd boy is also asking
An old tree
Record the rainfall in a village.
Lush leaves
It is the continuation of ancestors' life.
Cracked old branches
Remember grandpa's suffering.
An aging face
Grandpa's grave is short.
There are many new grasses growing on it.
Surrounded by wheat seedlings and rape blossoms.
Provoke back and forth in the spring breeze
Grandpa, grandma, grandma, grandpa
Spring blossoms!