母亲在麦地里守望她的面颊浸透了黝黑的阳光无数次秋风拂过她的脊背留下了岁月的形状母亲在麦地里守望麦地里成熟了她朴素的思想祖祖辈辈以最亲近的姿势耕耘在荒凉的山岗母亲在麦地里守望她的目光比夕阳更凄茫在那遥远的城市里红土地的孩子迷失了回家的方向母亲呵,她在故土深处 The mother watched her cheek in the wheat field and soaked in the dark sunshine. Numerous autumn winds crossed her back and left the shape of the years. The mother watched the wheat field in the wheat field and matured her plain thought ancestors to cultivate in the closest manner. In the desolate hills, the mother watched her in the wheat field more than the sunset. In the distant city, the children in the red land lost their way home. Mother, she was deep in the homeland.