The Su Family
All these years, on my way home;
Crossing mountains, passing rivers, and penetrating deep caves.
Through the window,
I see you standing in a large field of crops.
Blown by the wind, drenched by the rain, burnt by the sun, from head to toe;
Your body forged, just like your mind and soul.
All the years that I go home;
I do not remember the distance and time from the beginning till the end,
but the majestic airplanes whistling above me, hovering through the thick white clouds.
Like two rows of a mother’s milk, the Yellow River extending towards the
North, and the Yangtze River extending towards the South.
On this journey, I do not remember the pain, the suffering nor the joy,
but only the vast twilight in the distance.
This is one journey that I dedicate my entire life into completing.
The Village - My Home;