In the Mood for Love
Green lotus covers green leaves, hibiscus wears red and fresh.
Tears in double eyes, gazing through autumn water…
Missing the distant home!
Life's long river always adds color,
Making life's journey fragrant and diverse.
Suddenly, planning to return home for Chinese New Year,
But I could only occasionally see him in mobile phones and televisions…
It was beside the Gan River, under the camphor trees in Changshu,
Filled with childhood footprints,
And parents and relatives grew up with me…
A small stream flows through the village,
Where I used to catch fish and shrimp.
Spring and autumn, the stream is always changing,
I only caught it in summer, the spring water is very big…
The old men flooding the road is their domain,,
They use large nets to pull, wearing raincoats and umbrellas at night,,
Big carp, big green fish, and fish and shrimp…
I watched my uncle's smiling face and his heart was full of joy!
The fish and rice town, the cuckoo bird sings again,
Towering camphor trees, towering elm trees,,
It was a paradise where children could play and chase.
Talking and laughing, chatting and gossiping, chasing and wrestling.
Let's also pick prongs and dig lotus roots,
Cicada calls, golden rice ears,
Too many things to eat and play, I can't remember them all!
Childhood memories, a year of splendor,
Ink and paper can't write it, can't finish thinking about it…
If I could return to my childhood, how wonderful!
The most touching is the white and vast old parents,
Always greeting me at the village entrance with that eager gaze and figure…
Chinese New Year's Eve, a phone call, are you doing okay?,
The familiar and kind voice on the other side,
How can it compare to being with someone in person, seeing with my own eyes, and being able to touch it?
Showing filial piety is warmer and more comfortable!
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the world, love never ends, and it's never rushed…
Youth is fleeting like a flowing stream,
A year of splendor, lightly dance and play.
The countryside was dense and wide across nine wild lands,
Recalling the cool breeze when neon lights rose.
Shimmering and swirling, sending each other far away,
That summer and winter!
