父辈们就像割麦子一样，一个接一个离开了这块土地，认识我的人越来越少，我

Like fathers, like wheat harvest, one by one to leave this land, I know fewer and fewer people, people I do not know, more and more young wife and a young man regarded me as a stranger, with a strange look at me. I grab a candy from the bag to a pair of hands that can be accessed sugar, their eyes still meet strangers appearance, he has asked me in surprise: "?. Which are you going to take you to our" This but my village Yeah, back to their villages, we also need people to lead the way?

Fathers like cutting wheat, one after another left this land, i know less and less people, I do not know more and more people, those young wives and future generations have treated me as a foreigner, looking at me with strange eyes. I grabbed the candy from the bag to give the pair of hands, can be picked up sugar, their eyes are still the look of acquaintance, all surprised to ask me: "Where are you going to go?" We'll take you there. "This is my village, back to my own village, do you need someone to lead the way?"

Like cutting wheat, my parents left the land one by one. Fewer and fewer people knew me. More and more people I didn't know. Those young daughters in law and posterity regarded me as a foreigner and looked at me with different eyes. I took candy out of my bag and gave it to those two hands. But when I took the candy, their eyes were still strangers. They all asked me in surprise, "where are you going? We'll take you. " This is my village. Do you need someone to lead you back to your village?