Gagong and Gaga (Grandpa and Grandma)

In our hometown (Yichang, Hubei), call grandpa and grandmother Gagong, Gaga. I heard a song "Gagong and Gaga", which touched me greatly, as if it was written by our grandfather and grandmother, which plucked the softest heartstrings in our hearts and made a resonance sound.

"Gagong and Gaga" is a story, a young man who grew up in the mountains, from childhood by his grandfather and grandmother to care for and love, he went to the city to study, earned a living, started a family, went to work, eight years later returned to his hometown, grandfather and grandmother have died.

This song is narrated through the folk songs of the grandson's dialect, the lyrics are concise and clear, warm and intimate, easy to chant, expressing the simple affection and love of the grandparents, but also expressing the confession and guilt of the grandson's generation...

"Gagong and Gaga"

That little village, only the size of a palm.

There is an orange orchard with white flowers in spring.

There is an osmanthus tree that blooms yellow in autumn.

A piece of tea on the back hillside,

It is picked up year after year.

Gagong and Gaga, the most painful grandson.

Hours to go to the New Year, give me a stick.

Every time you beat the tooth sacrifice, you catch the fat weed.

Send me flower insoles, and hairy tip tea.

Listen to me set up the city affairs,

They even said Hagger.

Osmanthus flowers are fragrant in autumn, and oranges are red in summer.

Eyelids blinked, and I didn't go home for eight years.

Gagong whitened his head and Quack lost his teeth.

Wait for a grandson, the eyes should wait for blindness.

Didn't wait until I got home,

Ga-ga-ga

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