Chapter 1: Hometown's concern, flying hoe bears witness to hard work.
Years of wind and frost have worn away smooth feet and hands.
Farmers who are looked down upon by city people,
But gave us an eternal gift.
Gradually,
Missing is endless.
The sheep are still grazing,
The cow is still walking.
A pair of retractable skirting boards,
Stumbling behind.
Let that stubborn character dance with the land,
Until the end of my life.
No matter how beautiful the scenery in the city is, it is hard to compare with the mess in my hometown.
No matter how warm human feelings are, it is hard to compare with kind parents.
Let the seasons cycle,
Times have changed.
The wanderer has sorrow in his heart that he can't repay his parents.
Chapter 2: Realistic photos of green mountains and green waters in my hometown.
How beautiful the rural environment is
The air is fresh and refreshing.
Stay away from pollution and worry.
A quiet, peaceful and beautiful life
Neighborhood Harmonious Tao Le Tao
Green food is planted by hand.
Healthy and delicious
Pastoral scenery enters the camera.
Old Wives for New
Have a good life.
How proud everyone is.
Get rid of poverty, become rich and run towards a well-off society
Thanks to the good leadership of the party.
Chapter III: Hometown, I'm here ... Hometown, I'm waiting here with my heart.
The vegetation you haven't turned green is awakened by the season.
Waiting for the green wheat seedlings to roll into the golden ocean.
Hometown, I'm here to savor it with my heart.
You pick the stars and turn them into fireworks between people.
Smoke curling up from the kitchen stove is an eternal totem of human beings.
Hometown, I am thinking hard here.
How many people leave you, like dandelion seeds.
Was carried to the legendary paradise on earth by the wind.
Looking for happiness and weaving their countless dreams.
Hometown, I feel it with my heart here.
You spread your invisible wings and soar.
Feel the smell of the earth, the fragrance of the earth and the hope of harvest.
Hometown, I pray here with my heart.
Chapter four: The wind blows the real and naughty wind in my hometown, blowing away a different mood.
Flying flower folding umbrella is a kind of kite without thread.
Do you know the way home? Don't be ignorant.
Waiting in the depths of the vast grassland is true love.
Colorful scenery, the wind becomes like Youlong.
Who knows that the color of the wind is another name for the mood?
Colorful sunshine, clear sky in Wan Li, gorgeous heart like a breeze.
He couldn't bear the call of nature and turned and fled into the ethereal world.
The most grounded thing is homesickness, especially like it.
The charm of the local accent is endless, and the gentleness of the girl is intoxicating.
Whether wandering around the world, or wandering the cape.
The call in the wind, with a strong hometown style.
The wind in my hometown is calling, and the wanderer can hear the name calling my birth.
Open the title page of missing, and write homesickness clearly.
I lost my front tooth, but I can tell your story.
You are the most splendid scenery in the chaotic vision of the corner of your eye.
Chapter five: the beauty of the boiling hometown along the coast,
There has been a boom in development.
Building a large economic zone,
The modern factory building is brand-new.
Complete facilities,
Two civilizations, fly with me.
The pursuit of science and technology in emerging industries,
The products were dumped overseas.
Wanzhong Tourism Hot Spring Resort,
Traffic network, land and sea intersection.
The trees on both sides of the road are green.
The flowers on the roadside are very beautiful.
Chinese and foreign guests and friends are in a hurry.
Enjoy a triumphant return.
Chapter 6: The Sea My hometown wants to write about you silently, but it is puzzling.
You never stop surging
Surging. You are not a river in the south of the Yangtze River.
Soft, delicate and as dense as brittle bones.
As for Fu and absolute beauty, their amorous feelings are enchanting.
It's a little lame, too. There are no distant historical sites here.
Show off your hometown like friends in the south.
There is always a moral-strong homesickness.
Like rain, duckweed blooms in the middle of the lake.
Vortex, I suspect rouge is green.
Qinhuai river, poetry of falling into the English
Glittering with green bitterness.
Those ambiguities were a disgrace to the Five Dynasties and Ten Countries.
Li Yu's quatrains are too empty.
On the other side-a narrow river.
Broken without leaving a trace.
I used to fantasize that there were talented people here.
Maybe this is a disaster.
Legends in Vicissitudes: Bangqiu and Qixingtuo
Stone trough, tiger beach and tiger tail
Blue tangled reef
Ruins of the post station, clay pots under the soil.
Millennium lotus seeds bloom; There are rock paintings
Is it a cow or a coitus group?
Buried fishing village beach, Asia's top square.
Chinese watches have replaced lighthouses and frivolous sculptures.
Ruins are the soul of politicians.
Deng Hua is as crazy as wildfire every night.
I'm tired of today's city.
Like a wandering girl
Profiteers and politicians of the past
Revelry and plunder. My persistent sea
Mother never abandoned her.
Children, like the monument of this city, will last forever.