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09. 河畔小日子 Riverside Life

Like and subscribe if you like our songs. 河畔小日子 ========= [Verse 1] 清晨烟火升起 她系上旧围裙 柴门吱呀一声 小狗在脚边打滚 灶台上粥慢慢滚 菜园里露水还新 窗纸透进来阳光 照在她发鬓泛金 [Chorus] 这就是她的好日子 河畔小小的房子 锅里是香味 屋里是笑声 孩子在窗前写字 丈夫在林里砍枝 风一吹过来 都是踏实的日子 [Verse 2] 大儿皱着眉头 一笔一画学“山” 小女写歪了“水”字 笑得把墨点成斑 他在远处应和 斧声回荡山间 她端出一碗热汤 放在那老树根前 [Chorus] 这就是她的好日子 河畔小小的房子 锅里是香味 屋里是笑声 孩子在窗前写字 丈夫在林里砍枝 风一吹过来 都是踏实的日子 [Bridge] 河水慢慢走 白云慢慢走 一年一年 她心不迁 桃花开了又落 门前青石更旧 抬头看他笑脸 低头看孩子长高一点 [Chorus] 这就是她的好日子 河畔小小的房子 锅里是香味 屋里是笑声 一生就守着这条河 看春去也看秋色 天凉添件衣 天热卷起袖子 风一吹过来 还是踏实的日子 Translations: Riverside Life =========== [Verse 1] Morning smoke rises, she ties on her old apron, the wooden gate creaks open, the puppy rolls at her feet, the porridge slowly boils on the stove, the dew in the vegetable garden is still fresh, sunlight filters through the window paper, illuminating her golden hair, [Chorus] This is her good life. A small house by the river, the pot smells delicious, laughter fills the room, The child writes by the window, her husband cuts branches in the woods, a gentle breeze blows, and it's all a peaceful, contented life. [Verse 2] The eldest son frowned, trying to write the character for "mountain" stroke by stroke. The younger daughter wrote the character for "water" crookedly, laughing so hard she smeared ink. He responded from afar, the sound of an axe echoing through the mountains. She brought out a bowl of hot soup and placed it before the old tree root. [Chorus] This is her good life. A small house by the river, the pot smells delicious, laughter fills the room. The child writes by the window, the husband cuts branches in the woods. When the wind blows, it's a peaceful life. [Bridge] The river flows slowly, the white clouds drift slowly, year after year, her heart remains steadfast. Peach blossoms bloom and fall, the bluestone before the door grows older. She looks up at his smiling face, looks down at her child growing a little taller. This is her good life. A small house by the river, the pot smells delicious, laughter fills the room. She spends her life by this river, watching spring come and autumn go. When it's cool, she adds a layer of clothing; when it's hot, she rolls up her sleeves. When the wind blows, it's still a peaceful life.