Xiaying Line is the most winding railway in China.
The names of many rivers are engraved on the two rails.
Covered with green hills and trees, where the whistle sounded
White clouds and birds have nests in my heart.
Xia Ying Line is the light at the end of the tunnel, my brothers and sisters.
Sweating profusely, they scrambled to transport the railway back to the workshop safely.
In the bend of the bend, hidden dangers are circled.
Their dark skin and salty life.
In Shaxian county, a small county, the quality of metals used,
Run in front of the iron team
On the railway, I often compare the lineman to a match.
Cohesion, the spark of life.