The sound of rain was still breaking
The sunshine was shining brightly,
When you open your mouth to be excited,
Tell me about it,
The sound of rain is coming again.
You look at the misty and rainy fields,
Looking at the misty and rainy villages,
There is a primitive,
speechless sadness in your heart.
I have traveled too many roads in the summer.
When you look back suddenly,
you no longer recognize the way back.
When a river is hidden under
The dense poplar trees,
When a group of birds are there,
On the crisp green corn leaves,
flying away,
You know The guzheng plays it knowingly,
Lingering artistic conception,
The sun loves me,
My heart is still sad.
I miss you,
my land,
my wilderness,
I once felt like you caressing the willows,
caressing the willow leaves,
in the fields,
at the entrance of the village,
singing a song,
but my heart is sad. , tears flow first, you have quietly stayed in the wilderness,
where is the way home?
Time cannot be forgotten,
slipped away from me, and
settled in your place again.
Every time when the rain falls and the sun comes out,
you listen to the chirping of cicadas playing bagpipes,
you listen to the croaking of frogs in the river playing big drum,
you listen to the fluttering in the river,
There are men and women,
twisting the rags of clothes,
raising white waves.
No, that is the moon,
trampling on the moon full of the river,
and you,
a breeze blowing from the willows,
the river water is as calm as a mirror.
reasons, my heart is still sad.
In summer, the sun loves me, but
where can I find you?
