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