The pagoda tree was blooming Dad climbed up its top I stood aside The white flowers fell down all onto the ground I scooped them up with my hands And smell their scent
The pagoda tree was blooming I climbed up its top Dad stood aside The white flowers fell down all onto the ground Dad weaved the flower branches into a garland And put upon my head
The pagoda tree is blooming I climb up the high branches To smell their scent I look down, but don't see dad He doesn’t stand there anymore My tears and the white flowers Are falling down all onto the ground
《家园》
我 呆呆地 望着 烟囱里 升起的 炊烟 袅袅
妈妈 厨灶前 忙活着 生火 做饭 弥漫的 蒸气 散散
我 吸吸鼻子 想辨别 炊烟与馒头的 味道 哪个香甜
Home By Tweeting Green
I am dazedly looking at the smoke Rising out of the chimney And lingering high over and over
Mom in the kitchen keeps busy Making a fire and cooking The steaming vapor diffuses out White and soft as clouds
I sniff to distinguish the tastes Of the cooking smoke and the steamed buns And figure which one is sweet
【ChildhoodFantasy】《童年的家园》
《槐树》
槐树开花了
爸爸在上边
我在下边
槐花落满地
我捧在手心里
闻它们的 香味
槐树开花了
我在上边
爸爸在下边
槐花落满地
爸爸把花枝编成 花环
给我戴头上
槐树开花了
我爬上高高的 枝头
闻它们的 香味
低头看
爸爸 不再在下边了
泪与槐花 一起
落满 地
The Pagoda Tree
By Tweeting Green
The pagoda tree was blooming
Dad climbed up its top
I stood aside
The white flowers fell down all onto the ground
I scooped them up with my hands
And smell their scent
The pagoda tree was blooming
I climbed up its top
Dad stood aside
The white flowers fell down all onto the ground
Dad weaved the flower branches into a garland
And put upon my head
The pagoda tree is blooming
I climb up the high branches
To smell their scent
I look down, but don't see dad
He doesn’t stand there anymore
My tears and the white flowers
Are falling down all onto the ground
《家园》
我
呆呆地
望着
烟囱里 升起的 炊烟
袅袅
妈妈
厨灶前
忙活着 生火 做饭
弥漫的 蒸气
散散
我
吸吸鼻子
想辨别
炊烟与馒头的 味道
哪个香甜
Home
By Tweeting Green
I am dazedly looking at the smoke
Rising out of the chimney
And lingering high over and over
Mom in the kitchen keeps busy
Making a fire and cooking
The steaming vapor diffuses out
White and soft as clouds
I sniff to distinguish the tastes
Of the cooking smoke and the steamed buns
And figure which one is sweet
is abou the only time when I wish I had a religion to fall back on.
Life
Your tear-jerk poem-:))&
Was thinking about home &loved ones too-:))..
In a similiar vein perhaps-this ladies choir i believe-,
Sang their hearts out about longing & attachment of the soul-:&
A belated father's day wish too-
To u..-:))_
Your poem is such a tear-jerk-:))..-,
Thank you..-:))..
Tear-jerk-like your piece-,
Always-:))..
..
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