Yesterday was the fragrance of birds and flowers
I picked half of the honey
The other half is left for the bees to spend the winter
I bring them to the market
Bought cheese and bananas
Mother ill in bed
Bananas are as soft as eggs
Just suitable for her lost tooth
I still have a flower headband
Although mother's eyes can't see
But I heard the sound of my makeup
Can't stop complimenting my beauty
I have been pursued by countless men
In this remote mountain village
I did not promise
And the kitten and Jackie, the puppy
Need care
One day a car came in
Dragging cattle, sheep, livestock, furniture, and iron sheets
And roaring machines and children
They are hungry
They are skinny
They are desperately grazing and growing
I keep beekeeping and nectar as always
Teach children the way
Tell them stories
Regret not having a baby
Dance with them and take the watermelon they sent
Mother sleeps with a sweet watermelon
The children continue to give birth like cows
Bees thrive in cracks in rocks and gaps in tree branches
Then the honey began to multiply in the beehive
Children crying against bites
Because the demand for sales is like the plague
Increasingly expensive
Half-leave and half-harvest become full-harvest
The bee greedily sips the last sip of its own saliva
After his death, he was buried in bottled honey
There are thousands of hungry
Killing after hunger
Departed after the killing
Baixue after leaving
My dance stops
My singing is silent
Mother died forever one night
The moon above makes a dark mockery
My never-born child has died long ago
There are few children I have taken care of for decades
Stone or stone
The split wood can keep warm
Jackie is still behind me
Tireless
I walk towards the last secret place
Open the stone and take out the last half of the honey
Give it to the puppies
I'm in the snow
Jackie's bark echoed in the valley
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