Or the mountains of my hometown

I always feel that the mountains in my hometown are good,

Soak up the local scent.

The pride of the blue sky above her head,

She drains the charm of stagnant water.

It makes people feel that

Born reliable

Live steadily.

I always want to hold hands with that mountain,

Savor the smell of the countryside.

Nestled in her arms,

Drain the accumulated energy in the mind.

Warm this old body,

A little more vitality for life.