Although the mountains and rivers are broken and the wicked are in power, we still love you and care about you deeply.
Although the grain is no longer produced and the calf is not fat, we still love you, your vicissitudes and your joy.
Although there are big waves, we still love you, like a rock, and it is not easy for Puwei.
Although luck is not smooth and fate is many, we still love you, for your children and for your past.
Maybe, there is no China. We only have tens of millions of people and a few pieces of land in Qian Qian.
We love you, because this is the place where we were born and grew up, and my deepest memories and beautiful thoughts are hidden here.
I'm afraid I only love loss.