如果想故乡,我不是我自己。绵绵稻浪里,我是其中的一棵稻秧。如果想故乡,我不是我自己。我是一棵扑棱开翅膀的蒲公英,看母亲挖野菜,回头把我挖走。回到老院子,我便是一只小羊羔,站在墙角,咩咩地叫浓乡村的黄昏。还是一只小鸡崽好,跟在母亲身后。毛茸茸的叫声,让母亲心疼。 If you want home, I am not myself. I'm one of the rice seedlings. If you want home, I am not myself. I am a dandelion fluttering open wings to see her mother dig wild vegetables, I dig back. Back to the old yard, I was a lamb, standing in the corner, shyly called the dusk of the thick country. Or a chick good, with the mother behind. Furry cry, distressed to her mother.