Grandfather's garden is full of sunshine.
Insects and plants have everything.
A burst of birdsong broke the silence of the garden.
Still echoing in distant dreams.
Childhood is the hometown of the soul.
I'm always thinking-
Those clear and transparent eyes
Full of questions, curiosity and yearning.
When shoveling ears of wheat under the scorching sun
Always making a lot of jokes.
Childhood is the hometown of the soul.
I'm always thinking-
Is it necessary to water the cabbage in that garden?
It's just that when I was a child.
Plus the fresh air in the garden
I'm long gone.
Childhood is the hometown of the soul.
I'm always thinking-
An indelible memory in my heart
There is a faint sadness.
No matter where you are in a different place, where you are going.
I still cherish it.
Childhood is the hometown of the soul.