Hair incubation folk song

Floating hair of the past
My mother bears the hardships of sun and rain
Long bucket scoops up the clear moonlight
Pick up the sweet hammock wings to rock the cradle
The river has one side eroding and the other depositing.
Hardworking but still warm with love
Life is measured in miles
Poor fate hides sorrows day and night
Shallow deep salty ginger spicy
Hope my children grow up day by day
High fields at the end of the beach and the beginning of the sandbank
Weary legs and knees but noble soul
Fragrant hair of folk songs
White misty clouds dive into my heart.