Bitter cauliflower in the years
Wang Zushan
Bitter cauliflower swaying in the field
Every year in the land of the hometown
Blooming, gathering thousands of golden flowers
Like a small umbrella swaying in the wind
It's also like a butterfly that gets lost in flight
The yellow flowers were small though
She was always smiling at the sun
It's like those years
The second lady blinked her eyes
Couldn't help but look at her
I am afraid of touching homesickness
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