Liu Shahe
Who will come to the desert garden!
Note that this road is covered with moss.
The golden wind sends leaves,
Float to the window, as for debt collection.
The charming girl who dropped out of school set the geese free,
The darling of bad karma picks wild vegetables.
Sitting under the roof with a good wife,
A stitch mended my broken shoes.
Autumn bonus is unintentional,
But not as those who used to be poor together know.
My home is a star on the horizon.
Author: Shi Wangxiang
The streets of the city are brightly lit.
Neon flashing is not my home.
People in the community come and go brightly lit.
Warm and romantic is someone else's home.
The temporary apartment is brightly lit.
Cold and cheerless is still not my home
My home is a star on the horizon.
According to the lights on the way home.
But I can only look back deeply
Looking back at the stars in my hometown.