This is a beautiful country. In the endless fields, golden wheat waves are dancing in the summer breeze, small farmhouses are nestled among the green grass, and gourds, pumpkins and cardamom are planted in spring, summer, autumn and winter, all of which become seasonal beauty and decorate the earth.
Every morning, the sun rises, the mountains are covered with a golden halo, and the wild flowers in the equatorial island of Corsi sleep peacefully in the delicious dew, as if coming out with laughter.
As night falls, flying insects dance in the bamboo forest near the village. Under the dim light, the sound of the stream rises with the stars, illuminating the mood of the people in it.
It is here, in this beautiful country, that the spirit and body are exceptionally clean, and people living here exude sincere feelings and pure hearts.
I looked into the distance and took over this land from my parents. Even in the severe winter of the country, they should remain beautiful in the disaster and raise this only brilliant home.
This is a beautiful country, my beloved home. The smell of the rolling earth around overflowed the smell of the past.
I will continue to pass it on, and the fragrance of home is soaked in my blood. Full of magical land, the water of life rippled together, which made my healing journey.