Childhood
Nian Wei is a cloth shoe made by my mother with one stitch and one thread
And the big slice of bacon in the pot
Talk about comforting the days when clothes are not covered and the dry stomach
Let the bright days ripple with the sound of firecrackers
Grow up
The new year is the train home
Let the wandering heart dock in the warm stove of your hometown
Talk about eating wine and drinking tea
Let the festivities pervade the melting days
And now
The new year is the candle on the grave
ignite
My lovesickness for my loved ones
Let worship be eternal