Shine on my window
It's a spring afternoon.
I think of the spring of my childhood.
I think of my hometown Yuan Ye.
It should be this time.
The wild chrysanthemums are in bloom.
Father and mother went to work in the fields.
My little lamb bleats.
Wait for me to feed it after school.
Country air carries Saturn.
Sunshine and yellow sand in spring.
My parents' teeth are covered with mud.
Chrysanthemum indicum in Yuan Ye
Although covered with wind and sand
But it bloomed a powerful flower very early.
I can never go back to those days.
Only good memories still contain bitter precipitation.
I'm in my fifties now.
Father has long been buried in that underground.
Think about that grave.
It is also covered with pale yellow wild chrysanthemums.
If I come to my hometown again,
I must bend down and kiss those wild chrysanthemums.
I won't pull them out easily and rudely.
Because I am enlightened.
Those wild chrysanthemums
Is countless, just like my father.
A life of hard work.
The soul of loess finally rests in peace.
Don't disturb them.
They have been in their hometown for generations.
Life wants nothing.
Cultivate sincere and kind flowers in our hearts.
The sunshine outside the window
Shine on my face through the glass.
I feel countless wild chrysanthemums.
Riding in the sun
Kiss my cheek with tears.
I miss my relatives in the past.
I miss my hometown far away
Although my steps are in a foreign land
Although my breath misses the polluted soil.
Although my mouth missed the gravel of the sun.
but
My roots still grow on the land where wild chrysanthemums will bloom.
Like wild chrysanthemums, countless stars fell to the ground.
You are my life.
The direction of a heart called home.