词:邹陶然
曲:taoran666
The May hillside is lean
A mother thinner than chrysanthemums
After the wheatfields are reaped only stubble remains
I am a child found among the stalks
This reminds me of my fathers plow
Its metallic chill piercing the soil
Buried seeds in loosened earth
For the first time cry out in pain
Now the night herons call nearing
Lingers on a weathered straw hat
Ox bells toll leading chimney smoke by the hand
Homeward together
Now starlight in the pond
Finds its outlet in the stream
The floodgates of memory burst open
A waning moon hangs in the dreamt sky
Now the night herons call nearing
Lingers on a weathered straw hat
Ox bells toll leading chimney smoke by the hand
Homeward together
Now starlight in the pond
Finds its outlet in the stream
The floodgates of memory burst open
A waning moon hangs in the dreamt sky