What a heavy load, Father
Wen/Mei Jie
Father
Carry me up the hill and cross the bridge
Carry me on my back for twenty or thirty miles to see a doctor
Carry me to the other side of the mountain to see a movie
Carry me to a village elementary school more than ten miles away to go to school
Carrying me on my back, swimming around in my childhood dreams
Now, I finally get it
I have always been like a mountain in your heart
Your back, like the crescent moon late at night
There is a kind of looking up, called an unstoppable tear
In the river of my life, it rolls up again and again
Text/ Jian Feng;
love
I love a certain part of the world, very small
The clumsy man blushed before he spoke, and he was like a stutter
When I was a child, my father and I braved the rain to transplant seedlings
I hate this miserable day, I can't see my head at a glance
Now I'm on the corner of the city, imitating my father year after year
I grow cabbage and scallions, turnip nest melon
Daddy is on top, and I don't dare to live slackly
Occasionally I write, and how useless it is to write
Forgive me for being immersed in useless things
Sometimes I also get confused and hoarse, choking in my throat
Autumn rains poured down, and a group of magpies ate all the peanuts
I love the black and white that flies and falls
I also love their plundering of me, love them
Tolerance I allowed me to invade year after year
It's a very small piece of land, getting smaller and smaller every year
I'm half, magpies are half
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