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闫学晶演唱—梦回老家
《梦回老家》
几回回梦里回老家,
山坡上开满紫艳艳的苜蓿花。
几回回梦里回老家,
清潾潾的河水心窝窝的他。
老家就在山峁峁下,
小米饭养育我长大。
老父亲叮嘱的那句话,
教导我读书不负年华。
我的老家啊,
忘不了的老家,
留下我的梦幻美如一幅画。
我的老家啊,
梦里的老家,
留下我的爱恋牵牵挂挂。
几回回梦里回老家,
村口上的秧歌扭成了一朵朵花。
几回回梦里回老家,
酸不溜溜米酒甜格丝丝的瓜。
老家就在山峁峁下,
窗棂子贴满红窗花。
老爷爷讲过的老故事,
人生的味道酸甜苦辣。
我的老家啊,
忘不了的老家,
留下我的梦幻美如一幅画。
我的老家啊,
梦里的老家,
留下我的爱恋牵牵挂挂1。
: "Dreaming of Returning Home" Several times in my dreams, I return to my hometown, where purple alfalfa flowers bloom on the hillside. Several times in my dreams, I go back to my hometown, where the clear river water nourishes me. My hometown is just below the mountain ridge, where millet rice raised me. My father's words of advice taught me to make the most of my time. My hometown, the one I can't forget, has left me with a dream as beautiful as a painting. My hometown, the one in my dreams, has left me with my love and longing. Several times in my dreams, when I return to my hometown, the folk dances at the village gate turn into flowers. Several times in my dreams, where the sour rice wine is sweet and the melon is crisp. My hometown is just below the ridge, where the window frames are covered with red windowpane flowers. The old stories my grandfather told me are the taste of life, sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy. My hometown, the one I cannot forget, has left me with a beautiful dream as beautiful as a painting. |
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