Black and white years, the torture of love and hate, and the lost nation are all told with blood. Powerful sword and fire destroyed my childhood dream and silenced my thoughts. All souls tremble in the dark. No one can miss this injury!
The situation of parents, with their families in exile, drifted in the north. The sky in a foreign land is confused, where there is the sun. The night there is dark and there is a bright moon. I count the stars and wander in my dreams! No one can let go of this injury!
Truth triumphs over evil, and the dawn of change dawns. China, with innovation to be changed, is on the road to revival. I have the opportunity to wander in knowledge. The dreams of literati and celebrities, the blooming youth on the stage, the flattery in the alternation of cups and welcoming guests, and the repetition in routines, I think this vanity fair has no dreams of mine.
I know my motherland, I love my hometown, and I miss it. But I still want to go far away, on the hill where cattle and sheep are attached, where there are simple customs and kindness in need. I will use my efforts to change the lives of villagers and let them run towards a well-off society.
All this has grown up in reality, with the continuous cultivation of cold and hot weather and the concerted efforts of Qi Xin, a new pastoral. Today, sheep run all over the plateau, hoping to spread all over the world! Looking at the speechless faces of relatives, I am gratified, and I feel the light of this dream! My beloved second hometown! I will continue to shepherd sheep on the plateau, on the way where white clouds drift!