A city that can't be integrated, a hometown that can't go back,
If life is good, who wants to be displaced,
It is difficult to earn money and support a family at the same time.
We left our homes for a few taels of silver,
In order to break the silver, I insist on going to work every day.
Doing things in a down-to-earth manner and increasing wealth accumulation is the king of life.
The poem "Far away is my hometown";
A flash of lightning,
Take me to this distant foreign country,
Wandering around,
Since then, my hometown has become a distant place where I am haunted by dreams.
Far away,
Is the highest mountain range,
The widest river,
The deepest star,
The oldest dream.