阿妈养了鸡、鸭和⽜，⼀只也舍不得吃。  ⽼⽜年岁⼤了，有⼀天就不⾒了，村里⼈说是⼤家⼀起帮着埋了。  可阿妈说，⽼⽜是去了深山，跟⿊狗伯⼀样，只是去了深山。  我常梦到有⼀个失落的⼈在山里找⽜，找着找着，他也不见了。 温州话：  谁家的⾬ 落了⼀黄昏 我的下巴 湿乎乎的  我的⽜ 不知去哪里了 怎么会 找也找不到  不知去了哪里了 我的⽜ 不知去了哪里了  我的⽜ 不知去了哪里了  你是不是去了深⼭？  阿娘呀 阿娘 阿娘 阿娘在何处 阿娘去年嫁⼈啦  阿娘 你是不是也在深⼭的深⼭ 你会不会孤单？  阿娘哟 阿娘哟 阿娘哟 阿娘哟  阿娘哟 阿娘哟 阿娘哟 阿娘哟  ⼭中找了三年三 ⽜和阿娘都没找到  若有⼀⽇ 你⾛深⼭ 你 看到了我 莫要奇怪 我 已经化作 ⼀棵茅⽵  看望茅⽵ 要带伴⼿ 还需黄酒  一旦 茅⽵在深⼭ 茅⽵在深⼭ 以前的事便会忘记了 我在⼭中睡着了  六⽉六 炮仗飞 掉落的地⽅的那⼀间 阿爸呀 阿爸 出去打仗了罢  阿爸呀 阿爸 死在了雁门关 找也找不到 真真 找也找不到 什么也找不到了  如果你想来看我  别提灯笼也别唱歌  有些路太宽 或者 有些路太窄 有的路⾛对 或者 有的路⾛错 Mama raised a large horde of chickens, ducks, and oxen. She wouldn’t kill any of them for food. There was an ox, a very old one. One day he disappeared. The villagers said they had buried it together. But Mama said, he actually went deep into the mountain, like the Cripple, deep, deep into the mountain. I often dreamed about a despondent person looking for a lost ox in the mountains. After searching for some time, the person himself disappeared. In Wenzhou dialect: From whom comes the rain that falls from dusk into the night? My chin is damp My ox, I don\'t know where it has gone How can it be? It’s nowhere to be found It went missing, I don\'t know where it has gone My ox, I don\'t know where it has gone My ox, I don\'t know where it has gone Did you go deep into the mountain? Mama, dear Mama, where are you? Mama, you married someone last year Mama, are you deep in the depths of the mountains, too? Do you feel lonely? Mama, oh Mama, dear Mama, oh Mama Mama, oh Mama, dear Mama, oh Mama For three years, I went into the mountains For you and my ox, I looked in vain If one day you go deep into the mountains and see me, don’t find it strange that I have transformed into a cane of bamboo When you visit the bamboo, please bring a gift and a bottle of rice wine. Now that the bamboo lives in the mountains the things of the past are forgotten I fall asleep in the mountains where firecrackers fell on the sixth of June Oh Papa, dear Papa — he went to fight in a war Oh Papa, dear Papa — he died at the Yanmen Pass I tried every way to look for him, truly, but found no trace No trace of him remained, nothing left to be found If you want to pay me a visit Don’t bring a lantern or sing a song Some roads are broad, some are narrow Some ways are right, some are wrong