Nostalgia in the year
Cao Yuping
That gluttonous taste
Finally hung under the eaves
Look at the shrunken birds on the wall
Look at the twists and turns
The smoke that doesn't want to leave
Black pigs fed to the grass
The that always loves to wake me up
There are also goats with white beards
Let the magical father dismember calmly
Instant
The tip of the mother's finger
Rolls out a large piece of mellow fragrance
I'm new and new
Surprise excitement
A red-headed braid that can't be tied
In the courtyard below the hillside
Jump like a flame
In the number nine cold days
Rolling innocence
Warm
The wild thorn at the head of the cliff
Still not grown over my body
Step on the small village bells
Go see another novelty of the town's middle school
Hot kiln for winter holidays
There are always teenagers
Compelling heroism
Father at that time
褂披披
Go to the edge of the stage and take a big sip of smoke
Mother at that time
Always take your steps lightly
Put the golden oil fruit snack
Let's dip the honey in a sweet mouth
Peace of mind to enjoy pampering
The students were tongue-in-cheek
Scramble to describe the secrets of the heart
Wings that stand out from the crowd
Ignorant love tentacles
Like snowflakes blowing outside the window
Willful flying in the new year
My red wedding dress
It was like a mother's eyes in that moment
Between closures
Suddenly it became wet
Incredibly heart-wrenching
Always frozen in the small river in front of the door
The old village of Mune in the north wind
It's like the station of my life
Faltering parents
Always in narrow laneways
Look out over the road that leads to the outside of the mountain
A bitter cold
Standing still I know
Father and mother every moment
Until it turned into a pair of graves
Still waiting for me to come home
The taste of this year's Pass
Still on the way
But it was full of pain
Colorful city life
Let me chew on the loneliness
Kang tou sit around
Held aloft by his father
Look at the sweetness of the mother's window flowers
A large piece of warm scene
It has become a lost dream
Wanderer-like heartland
I can't look like my hometown anymore
In the sound of firecrackers, I just think
Only father and mother
Still calling me home