How many bays have you crossed?
My home
Wrapped in her arms
I am a thatched cottage.
In her yard
I once wrote a book for Scapharca subcrenata to avoid the cold.
I am a brick well.
Sitting on her dry land
I used to drink horses for Liu Xiu to relieve the heat.
I am buckwheat.
Hold it in her hand.
I used to sow seeds for Binzhou people on credit.
I am a mulberry tree.
Growing up by her river.
He once tied a horse for Liulang for border defense.
Hutuohe
My mother
In your arms
How many loyal children have you protected?
in your eyes
How many dynasty sails have you sent?
Now I once again set foot on your loess.
My pen will draw you a new picture.
I am your kindness.
Bloom your layers of spray.
I am your heart.
Pave your street.
I am your warmth.
Repair your cabin.
I am your truth.
Light up your sunshine everywhere.
Hutuohe
Why do you make me miss you so much?
Hutuohe
Why do you make me miss you so much?
Hutuohe
Dear mother
You are my sacred home.