This is a path leading to the city
How many people reclaimed this land?
Raised our ancestors
The new houses on both sides of the road are the songs of wheat.
The river flows in the mother's arms.
The laughter on the roadside is a sigh.
I come from a distant place.
This is not my hometown.
Dawn in the countryside:
Dawn knocks at the door of night.
Morning star on the horizon
Began to tremble and glow
Early farmers
Enjoy the loneliness in the field.
The sound of hoeing
Awaken the fragrance of the earth.
Inclined trees, land
Bend a beautiful arc
Printed in the twinkling sky.
Only the farmer's undulating back
Changing angle
Country, road, wilderness and sky
Gradually clear up