Imitate the second part of the first paragraph of the Oath of the Land. "At this moment, I heard my hometown calling me ... they will meet one day."

For most of the wilderness in Kanto, his heart is a resurgence of painful love. I heard her calling my name. I didn't hear it all the time. She called me. I sometimes put his hand on my chest. I know my heart is still beating and bleeding, because I often feel it is full of passion. When I was lying on the ground, when I looked up at the stars in the sky and held a handful of dirt, or when I recalled my childhood memories, when I thought of the towering green birch forest and the beautiful standard straight birch tree moaning in the wilderness, I saw the dog Malik rushing over and howling Mongolia in the middle of the night, and I heard the whip rolling down the mountain stream, which reminded me of red stripes, such as sorghum, golden beans, black-faced land and red. Gold is ruddy. I think of a sunny day in Yuan Zhong and Ma Dai, a string of bells running straight, the night when the fox and fairy spoke, the strange wind in the wilderness ... when I heard the voice calling me from my hometown. She called my name in a low voice. It was urgent, so I had to go back. I have been troubled by the sound, no matter where I go, even if I sleep soundly or wake up suddenly in my sleep, it suddenly occurs to me that I should go back. I'm going back. I never wanted to leave her. This sound is uninterrupted and cannot be selected. This voice has been reached and my heart will always communicate. When I think of my hometown, I will be able to see the depths of the earth and roll out a red mature pulp, where the sound comes from. The eternal class, the burning torrent, spurts blood like my heart. I know, I often put my hand on the ground, and I feel that when she jumps, so does my heart. They never stop, their blood keeps flowing, in a warm relationship, they call each other, and one day, they will come together.