Modern Poetry of Migrant Workers

Leave my hometown

Left my family.

Wandering around alone

A hundred miles away

Thousands of miles away

Shuttle between the city and the countryside

Everywhere you go.

Sweating profusely

Leave a string of deep footprints

In the hot sun during the day

Drinking alone at night

Whether it is cold or hot.

I have no time to care about the scenery along the way.

The light is on and the night is dim.

Everything is strange.

migrant worker

Millions of people, millions of people.

And you're just one of them

unwillingly

Lonely thoughts

Pay off all the ups and downs

Bear the burden of life

Take a solid step

Wandering between dream and reality

Where you don't belong.

Work hard

Gorgeous bloom

migrant worker

The power of wandering

A powerful force that cannot be banned.

Change the world

Change fate

A woman selling tofu

Tofu ... Tofu ...

This crisp voice

Broke the peace of the village in the morning.

The echo travels from the eastern end of the village to the western end of the village.

A woman selling tofu

The voice is sweet and intoxicating.

"Crispy" is like a note played by fingers on the piano.

Like birds chirping in the forest in the early morning.

A woman selling tofu

be all smiles

Greetings: uncle and aunt

Hurry up and collect tofu.

The freshly made tofu is still steaming.

White and tender

Its fragrance permeates the air bit by bit.

Floating on people's dining tables

A woman selling tofu

Left the chill of early spring.

The hard work of getting up in the morning was trampled underfoot.

Spilled is the joy and happiness all the way.