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Winter turns to spring, the years pass, walk around the homeland of childhood, and feel the changes in your hometown. The mountains and waters, the homeland that raised me, are still so beautiful and kind. I exhaled loudly

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Winter turns to spring, the years pass, walk around the homeland of childhood, and feel the changes in your hometown. The mountains and waters, the homeland that raised me, are still so beautiful and kind. I called out loudly to the distant green mountains, quietly listened to the wind in the fields, silently enjoyed the feeling of the reed flowers touching, and was intoxicated, because this is my hometown.

Winter turns to spring, the years pass, walk around the homeland of childhood, and feel the changes in your hometown. The mountains and waters, the homeland that raised me, are still so beautiful and kind. I exhaled loudly
Winter turns to spring, the years pass, walk around the homeland of childhood, and feel the changes in your hometown. The mountains and waters, the homeland that raised me, are still so beautiful and kind. I exhaled loudly
Winter turns to spring, the years pass, walk around the homeland of childhood, and feel the changes in your hometown. The mountains and waters, the homeland that raised me, are still so beautiful and kind. I exhaled loudly
Winter turns to spring, the years pass, walk around the homeland of childhood, and feel the changes in your hometown. The mountains and waters, the homeland that raised me, are still so beautiful and kind. I exhaled loudly
Winter turns to spring, the years pass, walk around the homeland of childhood, and feel the changes in your hometown. The mountains and waters, the homeland that raised me, are still so beautiful and kind. I exhaled loudly
Winter turns to spring, the years pass, walk around the homeland of childhood, and feel the changes in your hometown. The mountains and waters, the homeland that raised me, are still so beautiful and kind. I exhaled loudly
Winter turns to spring, the years pass, walk around the homeland of childhood, and feel the changes in your hometown. The mountains and waters, the homeland that raised me, are still so beautiful and kind. I exhaled loudly
Winter turns to spring, the years pass, walk around the homeland of childhood, and feel the changes in your hometown. The mountains and waters, the homeland that raised me, are still so beautiful and kind. I exhaled loudly

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