I love this land that was once full of flowers-although the flowers have long withered.
I love this land, which used to be crowded with tourists-although no one cares now.
I love this land, which once burned our youth-although we are no longer young.
I love this land, it used to be so beautiful-although it has gradually withered and lost its life. However, in our memory, it is always full of vigor and vitality. I hope we will still be so beautiful when we are born again next year.
Wandering vagrants:
I love this land, it gave birth to my land. Although I will leave you soon, I will never forget you, this familiar land.
I love this land, it makes me happy and makes me want to stay. Although I am about to leave you, let me take a last look at you, this gentle land.
I love this land, it bears my joys and sorrows. Although I am about to leave you, please let me take away this colorful memory and this passionate land.
I love this land, it is full of the land where I grew up. Although I am about to leave you, please smile and wave goodbye to me. Don't make me too sad, this lovely land.
Blind:
I love this land, this colorful land. I can hear children describing red flowers, green grass, blue sky and colorful houses. This mysterious land.
I love this land, this colorful land. I can imagine the ripples on the green lake, the golden sunshine on the sparkling lake, the pure white snow falling from the sky and the seven-color rainbow to build a bridge to heaven. This desirable land.
I love this land, this land with colorful dreams. I can see, yes, I can see, the fiery red sun rises from the horizon, the green buds grow hard, the white clouds block the rainstorm, and the deep blue ocean growls loudly. I saw this vibrant land with my eyes, the most splendid land in my life!