Car, flying on the way to Guanyin Temple.
Outside the window, the bird's nest on the branch stands high on the dry branch.
In the car, Amitabha sang a song.
The morning sun is beating the car like a fireball.
Jump over branches and cross the sea.
The sea-crossing bridge hovers over the sea like a dragon.
On the bridge, the car is small.
In the sea breeze, the waves rolled and the bridge was small.
Under the vast sky, the sea is also very small.
What is the biggest in the world, the heart is the biggest.
What is the smallest in the world? The heart is the smallest.
A lost heart is as small as a needle nose.
An open mind is infinite.
Cars, galloping on the highway.
Surrounded by pine trees in the distance.
There are villages in the other world.
Are they happy? Are they happy?
We don't know.
Only our wishes.
Make their village more beautiful.
The magpie in the tree stood by and watched the lonely and quiet nest.
But you gave it the widest building in the world.
It doesn't want it either.
Because that's not its home.
Cars gallop in the mountains.
Because there is no open space outside the house.
Green wheat seedlings are attached to the back of the house.
A house is like a boat floating in an oasis.
People have a distant daydream.
Car, walking on the mountain road
Yellow grass on the roadside is like yellow waves surging in the breeze.
Pine trees on the hillside are more like green waves.
In front of the barren Yimeng Mountain
The bungalow compound, although dilapidated, is not short of sunshine.
On the rubble brick wall, yellow, yellow and green bamboos are flourishing.
Like a beautiful girl standing in front of a broken house
So Jia Baoyu saw the village girl in the sedan chair.
If so, I deeply sigh.
Because beauty does not only exist in the deep house compound.
Car, stop at the foot of the mountain.
The steep stone steps lead to the temple on the mountain.
By the roadside, an old lady with a black face was selling sweet potatoes.
Passers-by came forward to ask the price.
Laughing, laughing.
When we grow up,
I don't seem to know that my parents were once young.
I didn't expect future generations to grow up soon.
Just like we are now.
What a simple but often neglected life it is.
In the mountains far, far away
In the lingering mist in the mountains
Pines, like guards.
Standing on the hillside, welcome the laughter in the sun.