At my feet is the holy land I am looking for. Suddenly, I turned around and loved my motherland and my hometown even more. The years are flowing silently. Along the way, the motherland is thriving. I remember the past, I was a romantic figure through the ages. Look at the present, be a hero. I am happy to walk on the country road. So what? You will know the paradise of flowers and birds when you are in the azalea of Baili.
Walk into the grass sea and feel the tranquility of the sea. The rising sun climbed from the sacred mountain, and countless willow branches danced with the sea. Deep homesickness, who are you drunk with?