Sweet hometown water,
The most beautiful thing is the local accent.
Sweet water and beautiful local accent-
Better than jade liquid,
Just like Yue Xian on earth!
Wandering around the world alone.
2. Hometown
My hometown is in that beautiful place.
The pine trees all over the mountain are like a green ocean.
Float in the wind and dance.
The sound of pine trees sounds like a symphony.
The embrace of pine trees and pine trees is a symbol of unity.
Proudly tall and straight is the pillar of hometown
Surrounded by mountains, flowers are floating everywhere.
Beautiful scenery near the mountains and rivers
The river is sparkling.
It is even more brilliant to be shaded by trees.
Hometown haunted by dreams
You are my loveliest hometown
3. Miss you, hometown
After the rain, Asahi was dotted with clouds.
The goldfinch flapped its wings and looked around.
Waving Supa, I motioned-
Ah, I miss you, hometown!
Fly to the blue sky with 1000 kites,
Gently release the first dream of childhood.
The drifting back, I quietly pursue-
Ah, I miss you, hometown!
Playing on the other side of the beach,
The branches are covered with strong Balinese incense.
The bleak autumn wind, I stand indifferent-
Ah, I miss you, hometown!
In order to pass on the oath from generation to generation,
Carefully plant a red bean and hide it in fertile soil.
The candle was burning, and I shook my head-
Ah, I miss you, hometown!
4. Missing hometown
Not far from there.
There is a manor that makes me daydream.
I often think of my lovely hometown.
The stream gurgled quietly.
People like natural scenery.
Now it's changed.
I worked hard to realize my dream.
Float in the wind and dance.
The mountains echo the green ocean from afar.
The setting sun shed a thick orange.
The evening breeze brought a hint of coolness.
People enjoy the love of nature.
Always immersed in the fragrance of nature.
It is already a gallery of heaven.
That's where I miss my hometown.
5. "Hometown Care"
The flying hoe witnessed the hard work.
Years of wind and frost have worn away smooth feet and hands.
Farmers who are looked down upon by city people,
But gave us an eternal gift.
Gradually,
Missing is endless.
The sheep are still grazing,
The cow is still walking.
A pair of retractable skirting boards,
Stumbling behind.
Let that stubborn character dance with the land,
Until the end of my life.
No matter how beautiful the scenery in the city is, it is hard to compare with the mess in my hometown.
No matter how warm human feelings are, it is hard to compare with kind parents.
Let the seasons cycle,
Times have changed.
Every wanderer has a bitterness in his heart that he cannot repay his parents.