But I am used to taking the ancient road of Huizhou merchants.
Qingshiban Road walks at grandma's feet,
The road I have walked has been heightened.
The mountain road is long,
Enjoy the scenery of Nanshan Lake in Anhui.
Apricot flowers bring rain,
The mountain road is drunk to welcome peaches and pears.
Borrow ten miles of spring breeze,
Until grandma's house.
The mountain is full of thorns,
Covered with stone mountains.
Who would have thought that in the mountains,
There is a tiger shelter.
In grandma's story,
Wild boar and dog.
This gave me a childhood,
A little uneasy and curious.
Mountain people search mountains, blast rocks,
Threaten the beast.
Tigers stole villagers' pigs several times,
And then disappeared.
Stone mountains with dense forests,
Out of context.
Those low slopes,
Either take back the journey or blow up the road.
The wild scenery of the past,
Just like the smoke in the kitchen stove gradually disappears.