Qingming Festival, Baiyun sent words to the hometown
Text/Yan Baoxiang
White clouds in the blue sky
Drifting slowly to the east,
The Huangshui River rushes from the canyon all the way.
Willow swayed
Spring in the plateau,
The blue water ripples
Usher in the crisp clarity of the wind.
Touch a young leaf at the beginning of spring,
Glance at the buds that want to bloom,
Kiss an apricot blossom with a delicate fragrance,
Pick a cloud to accompany the breeze,
Load on the heart,
Carry on the affection,
Load on the thoughts,
Carry on the affection,
Fly over rivers and rivers,
Flying over thousands of mountains,
Fly to the Dragon Gate Resort,
Fly to the ancient city of a thousand years,
Stop at the graves of your parents full of spring flowers,
Bring the voice of the distant naked child:
In the bones and blood of life
Inheriting the simplicity of his parents,
Inside a robust body
Standing up with bravery and commitment,
Boiling in the chest
Surging with the fortitude of the soldiers,
Deep in the mind
Carved a kind ding-dong.
Can't forget the blood in the cradle,
Can't forget the diligent figure on the ridge,
Can't forget the stars and the moon in the years,
Can't forget the nurturing grace in the wind and rain.
Remembering the winter days of that year's snow and wind,
You caress your child's green coat,
The cheeks fell a string of crystals,
The moment I hugged each other, I suddenly understood,
A red star rose in mom and dad's heart.
I know that my parents are not willing to give up,
But I understand
The motherland needs loyal soldiers.
There is one flowing through the years
Ode to Great Love,
The years were soaked
Deeply moved,
Children away from the days around them,
Parents are leaning on the door and watching,
Every day is full of longing in the anticipation of love.
After thirty years of military service
The Road to Strength,
The way home
I always feel extremely lonely,
God also understands the worries of the wandering people,
Every year the qingming drizzle is thick.
Small date tree in the courtyard
Already thick and thick,
The isolated old house has long since returned to silence.
Pushing the door without seeing the father's kindness,
Calling a mom didn't answer.
Suddenly I feel infinite sorrow,
I was like a kite with a broken line,
The guilt that cannot be erased is straight to the bottom of the heart,
I can't stop the tears every time!
Hard days to toiled my parents,
When the good days come, only the children are left with a deep feeling of nostalgia!
Mommy and Daddy!
Time passes,
You are eternal in my world!
The sound warms the four seasons of hurried reincarnation,
Accompanying the life journey of children.
May it be in heaven
No fatigue,
No pain,
There is no suffering,
No cold,
The throbbing candlelight,
It's in the heart of the child
The lamp of endless thoughts.
I headed east
Home on the banks of the Yellow River,
Bow down to your hometown,
Bow to you,
May the parents hear the cries of their children,
You are in the children
In the thoughts of affectionate attachment,
In prayer,
Beloved,
Blessings
Always relieved,
Rest in peace,
Bless your children and grandchildren,
Forever peaceful!
Qingming spring day zi yan red,
Our motherland Haiyan River Qing.
I miss the snowy plateau,
I bathe in the spring breeze on the Tang Dynasty Ancient Road,
You must see the white clouds,
You must have heard what I was talking about!