走过天南海北/梦里总是亲亲故乡/想着那条脐带般/牵魂连心的小溪曾经,老家屋后有一小溪,蜿蜒曲折,汩汩不息。溪水清亮、澄澈,圆圆的鹅卵石、细细的沙石滩在阳光下静静地闪烁着。溪边有一簇簇坚挺的蒲草,尖而细小的叶子在微风中轻轻招手。晴朗的日子,会见到一群群小鱼在蒲根下摇头摆尾地觅食,高兴时,你叼我一口,我叼你一嘴,活得逍遥自在。 Walking through the sky / dream always kiss the hometown / thinking about the umbilical cord / soul with the creek once, after the home has a stream house, twists and turns, endless roar. Clear water, clear, round pebbles, thin sand beach shining quietly in the sun. There are clusters of strong clumps of grass on the banks of the stream, with sharp, small leaves waved gently in the breeze. On a sunny day, you will meet a group of small fish shaking their heads in the roots of Pu Gen food, happy, you Diao me, I Diao you mouth, live free and easy.