Where is the old shoulder pole?

Where is the old shoulder pole?
My mother works hard through the sun and rain
Splayed toes
Up and down the mountain, down the sea, the road of life is full of ups and downs.

Bamboo stick smooth with sweat
The creaking of life's burden on my shoulders
Carrying through the years
Mother's swaying figure is a monument to her child's heart.

The clouds I break, I wear out
Mother's life and husband's family's country are bent
The burden from the rosy-cheeked girl
Until hair turns gray and back bends

The inheritance is passed on to the throne.
Common people say warm and full
Carrying dreams, carrying worries
Press your feet through the sun and rain

Where is mother's shadow now?
Lonely carrying a pole on the porch roof
Village alley wishes for youth
Looking through the basket of mother's market basket...