Hometown Cooking Smoke Lyrics, Hometown Cooking Smoke Lyrics Hometown Cooking Smoke Lyrics Introduct

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by:] The smoke of the hometown.

Carrying that thought on his shoulders.

The road has reached the edge of the hometown.

Wipe away the tiredness of a foreign land.

Then bypass the familiar rice paddies.

Swallows linger among the clouds.

Dragonflies hovering over the water.

Embark on the path of memory.

It's like going back to that childhood.

Naughty kids.

Go to the side of the mountain after school.

The mother waited again in front of the village.

The fisherman who returned late.

Filled with joy.

The setting sun reflects the swarthy face.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

It's right now.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

Still floating in the sky.

The smoke of the hometown.

Carrying that thought on his shoulders.

The road has come to the edge of the hometown.

Tone waives away the tiredness of a foreign land.

Kui: Then bypass the familiar rice fields.

Swallows linger among the clouds.

Dragonflies hovering over the water.

Embark on the path of memory.

It's like going back to that childhood.

Naughty kids.

Go to the side of the mountain after school.

The mother waited again in front of the village.

The fisherman who returned late.

Filled with joy.

The setting sun reflects the swarthy face.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

It's right now.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

Still floating in the sky.

Very good song.

Carrying that thought on his shoulders.

The road has come to the edge of the hometown.

Tone waives away the tiredness of a foreign land.

Kui: Then bypass the familiar rice fields.

Swallows linger among the clouds.

Dragonflies hovering over the water.

Embark on the path of memory.

It's like going back to that childhood.

Naughty kids.

Go to the side of the mountain after school.

The mother waited again in front of the village.

The fisherman who returned late.

Filled with joy.

The setting sun reflects the swarthy face.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

It's right now.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

Still floating in the sky.

It's this song.

Carrying that thought on his shoulders.

The road has reached the edge of the hometown.

Wipe away the tiredness of a foreign land.

Then bypass the familiar rice paddies.

Swallows linger among the clouds and dragonflies linger on the water.

Embark on the path of memory.

It's like going back to that childhood.

Naughty kids go to the side of the mountain after school.

The mother waited for the fisherman who returned late in the village.

Full of cherry blossom joy and sunset reflecting the swarthy face.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

It's right now.

I saw the dust and smoke of my hometown.

Still floating in the sky.

Swallows linger in the woods.

Dragonflies hovering over the water.

Embark on the path of memory.

It's like going back to that childhood.

Naughty kids go to the side of the mountain after school.

The mother waited for the fisherman who returned late in the village.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

It's right now.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

Still floating in the sky.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

It's right now.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

Still floating in the sky.

Floating in the sky. On the horizon.

Carrying that thought on his shoulders.

The road has reached the edge of the hometown.

Wipe away the tiredness of a foreign land.

Then bypass the familiar rice paddies.

Swallows linger among the clouds, dragonflies like bends, and flies hovering on the water.

Embark on the path of memory.

It's like going back to that childhood.

Naughty kids go to the side of the mountain after school.

The mother waited for the fisherman who returned late in the village.

Full of joy, the sunset reflects the dark face.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

It's right now.

I saw the cooking and the smoke in that hometown.

Still floating in the sky.

Swallows linger in the woods.

Dragonflies hovering over the water.

Embark on the path of memory.

It's like going back to that childhood.

Naughty kids go to the side of the mountain after school.

The mother waited for the fisherman who returned late in the village.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

It's right now.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

Still floating in the sky.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

It's right now.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

Still floating in the sky.

Floating in the sky. On the horizon.

Carrying that thought on his shoulders.

The road has reached the edge of the hometown.

Wipe away the tiredness of a foreign land.

Then bypass the familiar rice paddies.

Swallows linger among the clouds, dragonflies linger on the water.

Embark on the path of memory.

It's like going back to that childhood.

Naughty kids go to the side of the mountain after school.

The mother waited for the fisherman who returned late in the village.

Full of joy, the sunset reflects the dark face.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

It's right now.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

Still floating in the sky.

Swallows linger in the woods.

Dragonflies hovering over the water.

Embark on the path of memory.

It's like going back to that childhood.

Naughty kids go to the side of the mountain after school.

The mother waited for the fisherman who returned from the village before and at night.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

It's right now.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

Still floating in the sky.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

It's right now.

I saw the smoke of the cooking in my hometown.

Still floating in the sky.

Floating in the sky. On the horizon.

The original singer of the song "Hometown Cooking Smoke" is Li Xingliang, who is a male pop singer in Chinese mainland and an artist under Huayin Dingtian ** Culture ****.

Li Xingliang was born on March 20, 1983 in Xiangyang City, Hubei Province. After his first performance at the high school theatrical gala, he began to teach himself vocal music and guitar, and even proposed to manually sign up for the school band at that time. During college, Li Xingliang won many awards in ** competitions, and due to the death of his mother due to serious illness, he decided to give up ** and become a designer.

But the world makes people, and the work of designers is not perfect, Li Xingliang picked up ** again and started the life of a bar singer. In April 2009, the duo was formed. In 2010, he signed up for the Hunan Satellite TV Talent Show Entertainment Festival to repentance "Happy Boys" Guangzhou Singing District Competition, and finally won the sixth place in the national finals.

In 2012, he participated in "The Voice of China" and became a student of Liu Huan's group.

Original singer Li Xingliang's other ** works

1, "Willing to Win the Heart of a Person", "The Man in the Memories", "Love Very Lovely", "Learn", "Let's Talk", "Spring Breeze Ten Miles Without Socks Like You".

2, "SO", "Chihiro", "Ending", "Trip to Go", "Love Very Love", "Wuhan Love Story".

3, "Memories So Far", "If We Meet Again", "I Understood After a Long Time", "The Wind Passes Through My Ears", "Passerby Only", "You Who Can't Love".

The smoke of cooking in my hometown is the deepest memory of my childhood. When the sun sets, the smoke rises, and my mother calls, our family will go home and sit around the table, enjoying the warmth and delicious food of home.

There was once a song that made me deeply appreciate the stupid beauty of the smoke in my hometown. This song is called "Cooking Smoke in Hometown", and it was created by the famous ** artist Li Guyi. The melody of this song is melodious and beautiful, and the lyrics sing about people's longing for their hometown and their nostalgia for their hometown.

The lyrics read: "The smoke of the hometown cooking, the smoke rises in the mountains, I want to see through it, I want to see my relatives and welcome me home." The lyrics reminded me of when I was a kid running and frolicking in the mountains with my friends, and we didn't understand how uncomfortable it would be to be away from home.

And now, when I hear this song, I feel a strong sense of homesickness in my heart.

In the second half of the song, Li Guyi sang: "The smoke of my hometown, the smoke of cooking means the warmth of home, my parents are at the door of my house, waiting for me to return to my hometown." These lyrics reminded me of my mother waiting for me to come home at the door of my house, and I didn't understand how hard and precious the wait was.

The smoke of my hometown is my deepest memory of my hometown. It is a kind of warmth, a kind of family affection, a kind of concern, and it is my endless longing and attachment to my hometown. This song made me feel the beauty of the cooking smoke in my hometown more deeply, and it also made me cherish every opportunity to go home even more.