
Parents are still alive and have a perfect life
The pace of returning home is still so hurried
My smile still echoes in the mountains of my hometown
The two tall willow trees in front of the door also bear witness to my childhood
dream
Over a mountain and over a ridge
Stand at the top of the hill and look into the distance
Memories are all of the frivolity and innocence of my youth
Walk down the ditch to the bottom of the two pours of lush greenery
The shandan flowers are in full bloom
It also emits a fragrant smell
Parents are alive
There is still a lingering scenery in the hometown
Golden wheat waves tumbled
In front of the wheat field is a place where children played