Bend to the countryside, bend to the top of Yunling
In the end, I couldn't touch the hearts of the mountain people.
Some are straight and thin.
It's a tight string.
Playing the ancient and changes of mountain villages,
Playing the joys and sorrows of the mountain people.
Yes, it wraps around the mountain in the shape of a snake.
Wrapped in the mountain skin, wrapped in the wild ridge.
But you can't wrap the lost ring.
Can't wrap the feet of the mountain people.
Cann't resist the obsession of walking out of the mountains
They are intertwined and extend each other.
Weave into a big net
Clean the poor mountains, wipe the water and thin the soil.
Nets, valleys and mountain villages
On the winding mountain road
Full of mother's beautiful footprints.
Fell on his father's bent body.
Countless sweat and hardships of people crossing mountains and mountains.
I left my father's entrustment.
My mother once urged me.
I stumbled on the mountain road.
Out of childhood, out of the mountain village
Get out of mom's sight
Away from home, away from the local accent.
I also entered the homesickness that I can't understand.
Today's mountain roads have gradually turned into smoke.
It will only extend gently in the dream.
Hard-working mountain people with cocoon-forming feet.
Walk out of a way to get rich.
With diligence and wisdom
To measure the years, to write life.