That winding path in my hometown
Text/Wang Shaoxiang
Hot summer days,
Clouds shrouded,
The clouds in the sky flew across,
Covered up the blazing sun.
Drive thousands of miles,
Back home.
A few days of sweltering heat,
Makes me feel melancholy,
Full of sorrow.
Remembering that path,
Forever engraved in the heart,
I can't forget.
With a deep attachment to old love,
With the indelible impression of childhood,
Wander alone on the country roads.
This path is full of potholes,
Winding
Footprints are the kiss marks of time,
Carved with half a century of vicissitudes.
I don't know how far the path is,
I don't know how long the path is,
But see it winding and rugged,
Leads to the endless distance.
Along the winding path,
It is the most familiar place in the dream,
Pick up a piece of the past,
Stories that cannot be forgotten reverberate in the back of my heart.
Here's the joy of my childhood,
Carrying the dream in my heart.
Here are the footprints of my studies,
Young footsteps,
Here through one storm after another,
Reading has given me knowledge,
Plug in the wings of flight.
Here are the teardrops from my parents sending me to join the army,
From then on embarked on a long journey of life,
Throw yourself into the army in a military uniform.
Here are my wives and children looking forward to my coming home,
Looking at the eyes that want to penetrate.
I feel a great responsibility,
Better understand a man's responsibility.
I walk alone on the path,
The lonely world is so desolate.
A breeze blows,
A few raindrops fell on my face,
She's so soft,
She was so refreshing.
Let me no longer be alone,
Washed away the sorrow in my heart.
I held the raindrops in my hand,
Gently bring to the lips,
Suck her faint sweetness,
Enjoy the coolness of that silk.
Accompanied by light wind and drizzle,
Gently move the footsteps,
Walk here carefully
Rain-soaked paths.
The small trees on the side of the road are lush,
Pairs of birds jump indulgingly in tree skills,
Sing cheerfully.
The wildflowers on the side of the road are gorgeous and colorful,
It gives off a faint fragrance.
Stand here listening to the cicadas,
Stand here and smell the flowers.
Far away,
The square land rolls with wheat waves,
Swaying farmers' ardent hope for a bumper harvest.
Take a firm step,
Look for the end of the path,
Let your mind fly in joy.
There are often unpredictable storms in the heavens,
There is no earth on earth.
I'm afraid the wind will sweep away my thoughts,
I'm afraid of the rainstorm wetting the floral scent.
I'm afraid the mood is no longer beautiful,
I am afraid of old age and loneliness and desolation.
This path is my testimony,
Inscribed with my love and pain,
Inscribed with my joy and sorrow,
Inscribed with my green silk turned white hair,
Inscribed with the tribulations and glory of my life.
I'm thankful for this trail,
Bring a rich and colorful life,
Bring the character of fortitude and strength,
Bring the love of the long look,
The family affection brought by it has a long history.
The drizzle stopped,
To the west hung a golden sunset,
A touch of sunset is brilliant and colorful,
Reflected in this endless path...
2021.10.24
About author: Wang Shaoxiang is a native of Leling City, Shandong Province. At the age of 18, he joined the army and served as a soldier, squad leader, platoon leader and staff officer of the regimental headquarters in the 601st Anti-Aircraft Artillery Regiment. Staff Officer of the Artillery Headquarters of the Beijing Military Region, Chief of Staff of the 629th Anti-Aircraft Artillery Regiment, Commander of the Anti-Aircraft Artillery Regiment of the 38th Group Army, Director of the Hospital Affairs Department of the General Hospital of the Armed Police, with the rank of Colonel, retired in Beijing.