Dongjie field-洪问问

歌手 : 洪问问

专辑 : DongJie Mountains

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:12

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TXT Dongjie field-洪问问文本歌词

Inspiration：Dongjie field

Lyrics by：Deyuan Hong

Composed by：Deyuan Hong

English lyrics by：Deyuan Hong

Music Arranged by：Deyuan Hong

Guitar by：Deyuan Hong

Mixed by：Deyuan Hong

Mastered by：Deyuan Hong OP：Deyuan Hong

SP：Hong Family Culture Digital Music Studio

Looking at the countryside from the bottom of Dongjie Ridge there is a mountain spring deep in the green shade

Green bamboos sway gently in the wind and red flowers bloom on the edge of the field

Flowers and grasses on the field smile in the spring breeze and the warm spring sun reflects the clear sky

Whose parents are old whose children are away from home

Where has the old cow gone and whose fertile land has not been planted with rice

Ah ah ah

The dawn light is slightly bright in the sky and the oxen are busy plowing the fields

The sleeping land is awakened the prelude of spring

The sound of my father whipping the whip the mud waves are surging with fragrance

Rice seeds are scattered in the field at the door looking forward to a good end

Plowing the field raking the soil pulling the rice seedlings and planting them in the middle

Flying flowers and green jade dreaming of rice fields with drizzle

Harvest sickles dont count rice baskets dont count only the shoulder pole counts

Recalling the farm work again it was the spring breeze blowing across the fields

Planting the green seedlings in the fields with my hands looking down I can see the sky in the water

Dripping sweat is hope good weather and good times

Raking the fields is as delicate as embroidery paddy fields are like mirrors reflecting colorful clouds

My mother took me to pull the seedlings and the straw bundles the seedlings with more love

Each seedling is hope and the autumn harvest of millet fills the warehouse

Time flies and the years are long my parents are old and the fields are barren

Machines roar for the cows and the ancestors hard work is in my heart

Time is as long as flowing water and the fireworks of the world talk about mulberry fields