Back to the rural hometown to clean up the health, people are tired, and see the birds around the courtyard perched on the trees and singing, there is a feeling
(i)
Once young and angry
Now mopping the floor waist is sore
Where has youth gone?
Birds chirp among the trees
(ii)
Autumn wind rises, autumn wind cool
Go back to the countryside to see the old lady
How much emotion has passed
Speechless into eight lines of poetry
Childhood homeland, the blink of an eye people are old, playing oil sigh ah.
Sandalwood trees are green
20211024