Listen to saxophone "Go Home"

The tide is rising.

wherever i go

I can never get rid of my concern for home.

That abandoned yard

Leave the laughter of my childhood.

Those rough big hands

Hold up my childhood dream

Grandma is sitting on the kang in the east room.

Muttered in the mouth

Count the days when I come home.

Dad was sawing wood by the window, creaking.

Mother took the steamed bread out of the pot, steaming hot.

Ugly people bask in the sun leisurely.

Sometimes watch the door.

Buy a catty of peach cakes for grandma.

Pay my mother the rest of my salary.

Look at the flowers in your wrinkles.

Persuade again and again:

Dad, quit smoking.

A contented mind is perpetual feast.

Disadvantage is a blessing.

I have written down your instructions.

When I'm sad and miserable

Beat my soul over and over again

Remind me that there is happiness in ordinary life.

One cannot put back the clock.

There are two tombs in my memory.

Someone who loves me deeply.

How to make you not lonely

How can I come to my dream every night?

I really want to go home with my mother

That haunted place

Talk to you again

Tell me about our changes over the years.