Keep moving forward along the ridge,

It seems that there is an extra foot,

There is one more foot that can climb over the ridge,

Leaving this once familiar field,

It's been 20 years,

Due to the busy work in the past,

Never calmed down to look at it again.

Today I have time,

With the time to appreciate it carefully,

The branches I once planted with my own hands on the ridges,

Now it has grown into a stout tree,

I reminisce about those times,

Reminiscing about those childhood times,

The eyes are unconsciously moistened,

In those days,

I and we both live in the dirt,

When I looked up, I saw only the mountains,

Because we are all children of the mountains,

The most seen are also mountains,

Then there are these fields in the middle of the mountain and the ridges that connect the fields.

There was a dream,

It's a row of green saplings growing on the overgrown ridges,

We, the children who have finished our farm work, can take a dip under the little tree,

It won't sweat more than the scorching sun.

So a few children and I walked a lot of little branches from the little tree.

It was soaked in the small river in front of his house for more than ten days.

Then he stuck them one by one on the ridges.

The hunched old man looked at him with joy.

Reach out and praise us little children.

It is said that we are smart people, and we will definitely be successful when we grow up.

Now I'm grown up, it's this year.

But I still don't know, where is my income?

spent most of his life in a daze,

Back to the place where he once lived,

There are not many memories left,

Only these little saplings planted by their own hands,

Tell me with green leaves,

I've grown up,

Once devastated barren mountains,

I don't know when I've put on the green clothes,

I think it must have been my ancestors who put in a lot more effort than I did during my absence.

I think my brothers and sisters worked hard to decorate their homes during my absence.

Because we all had a dream when we were children,

That is to make the mountains of my hometown greener, the water clearer, and the sun warmer.

Now, after 20 years,

I don't have the face to set foot in this former homeland,

I can't bear to see my father's old face,

I can't bear to see my mother's sad tears,

I'm an unfilial child,

I didn't leave more time for them,

I didn't dedicate more time to them.

Or use it for your own work,

Mother never complained,

Nor did my father ever say,

In their hearts,

There is only one wish,

I hope I'm safe.

Far away, I am always worried about my parents,

In the dead of night,

Tears of guilt spilled all over the pillow,

I'm worthy of all the people around me,

But they didn't live up to my parents,

Leave the most beautiful side to all the people around you.

I dedicated my best youth to work,

Dedicated to the cause he loves.

But I didn't give the best side to my mother, but left my gray-haired mother to the best of my mother.

Look at these stout little trees on the ridges.

They grew up just like me,

But he never remembered me,

Because of their responsibility,

For those who are tired of farm work,

Bring a hint of coolness,

Bring so much refreshment again and again,

I don't think he had much time to thank me,

My greatest gratitude is to better fulfill my mission.

Ask the people you like about that touch of green,

Let the people here live happily ever after.