#My hometown is in the southeast of Qian#This small hillside, every day a few old men carry their hearts and livers, here to walk the wind, thrushes sing cheerful songs, gentle young ears, ringing

#My hometown is in the southeast of Qian#This small hillside, every day there are a few old men carrying their hearts and liver treasures, walking here in the wind, thrushes singing cheerful songs, gentle young ears, resounding throughout the hillside, listening to this loud bird call, as if for where is spring, where is spring, spring is in the arms of children.