Hometown, how I want to return to your arms.
Warm wind, touch me
be refreshing
Crazy beauty
Keep looking around.
Hometown, I hope to appreciate you again.
Picturesque and hardworking parents
How I want to be back in your arms.
Imagine a dream.
Dull bowed their heads and said nothing.
Hometown, miss longer.
The feeling of going home is no longer an extravagant hope.
Draw a road home.
Step on and move on.
Happy, tearful
Keep thinking
Hometown, has it changed?
Under the buttonwood tree in golden phoenix, will you leave your hometown?
Like me, I miss my parents.
Tears fell and wet my clothes.
Imagine in a dream
Hometown, thinking of the wind.
Sweet and sour rushed into the heart.
I really want to plunge into my mother's arms.
Speak your mind
The classic modern poem of my hometown 2 When the grass is green,
People found this treasure land,
Recovery, resettlement and reproduction.
The ears of wheat are golden,
This is the hard work of our ancestors.
Nature is changing rapidly,
Time,
Dominate nature.
A section of the Oujiang River,
A dam was built and named Nanming.
With the same name as the mountain,
Ancient roads and fairy winds.
People build buildings,
The roads are dotted,
Parks, playgrounds, shops,
My hometown at that time,
As a child,
Vigorous but innocent.
Grow up,
My hometown has grown up,
Mature but a little depressed.
You started asking me:
"am I still beautiful?"
I smiled:
"Beauty remains the same."
Not that kind of tenderness,
However, that kind of mature Yan Ming.
You've changed,
It is the building that blocks the sunlight.
You haven't changed,
It's still charming