My hometown, with water as clean and clever eyes, over the wind and clouds passing across the field,
Bring the fragrance of the flowers and plants and gentle sun.
My hometown in a basin surrounded by mountains, the leaves gyrated, occasionally hear it lonely cry.
My hometown, wet cool land, plant in
CPC the above free growth. My hometown, has a sweet smile.
Just looking for a house to put yourself down, spread with ivy and those not well-known small yellow traction with your eyes, there is a cricket ground, your mouth humming a Meng Tingwei song, that song always thin and sweet.
My hometown, it is a magnificent castle,
espresso machine so do not worry about in your life such as dust like dissipates, it took a pure, every spring, full of red Panzhihua, also called the kapok, let you hear the active life, my hometown, it really is wild rebellious, have their own temperament.
My hometown, with green, even a little snow in winter, the air becomes very soft, only small dew, as well as those sad, in the fog, the pine and cypress is stretching his lonely world without requiring them to branches.
Time is the open ocean, my hometown, standing on the roof, you can see the snow in the sky still vaguely, subtle sounds of nature in the air, sunshine in quartzite, you enjoy a lazy, no next of how emotions. Open the palm of the hand, you can see the shadow of a bird flew, gently, you find their habitat.
