No traffic, no buildings.
There are only mountain flowers on the slope.
And the ticking of spring water
My home is on the mountain.
The moon is high on the roof.
The sun is burning.
And the wild wind.
My home is in a puddle.
The thatch is swaying, and there is no spray.
Only the "buzzing" sound of the transformer
And the "plop" sound of wild ducks flapping in the water
My home is at the mouth of Banna River.
Mango on top of head
Pedal pineapple
You can also pick bananas and hang them.
The name of home is pollution-free.
Ladachong, Zhaheidian, Lengshuigou and Niba
Original flavor
They are all primitive cultures locked by ethnic groups.
The decoration at home is not luxurious.
There are no luxuries here.
Only switches, circuit breakers, current and voltage.
There are also silver wires, meters, and temperature differences.
Summer is a busy season for families.
Overlap, overlap
Like a bamboo joint, "shua shua"
Like frogs in spring.
May Day and November are Christmas at home.
Christmas lights sing
My home is the messenger of light.
My home is a substation in the southern power grid.
Power transmission from west to east is the "Silk Road" of home.
This road
There is no jingle of camel bells.
Nor is it as flat as the blue sky or the desert.
There are only risks and dangers, and the mountains are high and the waters are long.
This series of sunshine projects
Like sparkling grapes
Like a shining agate
Shoulder important tasks
No violation, no paralysis, take the initiative to assume social responsibility.
Every sentence is a mountain.
I love my home.
Although, on my way home yesterday,
There was a cry of "Daddy, Daddy" in my ear.
Daughter's little hands are swinging in the wind.
Waving his wife's tears.
I love my home.
On the path, ox carts creaked.
And the pace of Dai Yue.
Lock the target:
Can't delay the opening and closing.
I love my home.
Live in seclusion? At night
Counting the twinkling stars
It's like looking into your daughter's eyes.
That tall iron tower
Much like the back of my wife.
I love my home.
The symbol of home—
Is the attention of Qian Qian's lights and electricity.
I love my home.
The link "L" of home is a clever floating of silver line.
I love my home.
The shape of home is the "net" of the south gate.
I am a man in the net.
I am the soul in the network.
I am attached to my home.
It's like a conversation between an infatuated man and an infatuated woman:
"Whether you are poor or rich"
"No matter you fall, go to the end of the world"
I support you-
Fall in love, love forever ...