Beauty remains the same, my poem.

I love my family.

I love my home.

On the path, ox carts creaked.

And the pace of Dai Yue.

Lock the target:

Can't delay the opening and closing.

I love my home.

Live in seclusion? At night

Counting the twinkling stars

It's like looking into your daughter's eyes.

That tall iron tower

Much like the back of my wife.

I love my home.

The symbol of home—

Is the attention of Qian Qian's lights and electricity.

I love my home.

The link "L" of home is a clever floating of silver line.

I love my home.

The shape of home is the "net" of the south gate.

I am a man in the net.

I am the soul in the network.

I am attached to my home.

It's like a conversation between an infatuated man and an infatuated woman:

"Whether you are poor or rich"

"No matter you fall, go to the end of the world"

I support you-

Fall in love, love forever ...