I remember when I was a child
You came as soon as winter came
At first you were flying up and down the branches of the poplar trees
Looking My own home
You are a scenery in winter
You warm up this season
No matter the wind blows or the snow falls
Take a stick A branch sticks to its own nest
The snow seals everything
The dead silence
Always lets you break it
Firewood In the smell of country smoke
Thick affection floats across the mountain road
Falling into the heart of the wanderer
Dreams are so sweet
The sky in the twelfth lunar month
You know in advance if someone has a happy event
Stand on the big tree in front of the door and cry for a few days
It is warm and comfortable. The hearts of the neighbors
The village is boiling
The winter is beginning to thaw
The sky is gray
Snowflakes are falling
< p> The mountain village has changedThe buildings stacked with reinforced concrete
make you lose your way
The tall chimneys billow with black smoke
Can't breathe
While humans are building civilization and interests
, we have lost a lot
The wounds have accumulated too much salt
Who can relieve my undue pain?