Your mom is telling you to go home for dinner
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Goushengzi, it’s time to go home. It’s too dark; time to eat. What a familiar voice, what a kind tone… Now, those sounds only echo in my dreams. Those memories that I tried so hard to forget, those experiences that made me feel shy—now they belong to the distant past. They have become sweet dreams. Let’s go; call my grandson and head home for dinner
One of my college classmates was named Goushengzi
What a familiar voice—it has been with me through so many years of ups and downs. I never need to think about it; I will never forget it. Without heaven, there is no earth; without earth, there is no home; without a home, there is no you; without you, there is no me. If you hadn’t raised me and given me a warm life, if you hadn’t protected me, what would my fate have been? It was you who brought me up, who spoke the first words to me, who gave me a home to share with you. Although you can’t speak, you understand better than anyone the differences between right and wrong, truth and falsehood in this world. Although you can’t express your true feelings, you give your whole heart and soul. Your familiar voice comes from afar, reminding me of your kind heart. When will you return to my side so that I can sing with you again? “Is there any wine left to sell?” Is there any wine left to sell? Is there any wine left to sell? Is there any wine left to sell? Is there any wine left to sell? Is there any wine left to sell? Is there any wine left to sell? Is there any wine left to sell?
Simple family bonds are passed down through generations in poetry