My classmate's Duwa Palace,
It's not the luxury of the royal palace,
But in the ordinary courtyard,
Bloom with a different kind of fragrance.
Within the walls of the courtyard, flowers are clustered,
The peach and plum in the spring are beautiful, and the jasmine is fragrant in the summer,
秋有菊花傲霜，冬有腊梅凌寒。
The four seasons are reincarnated, the flowers bloom and fall,
It is poetic and picturesque, drawing a long scroll of life.
The old house that is warm in winter and cool in summer,
The bricks and tiles are mottled, and the years have left traces,
but sheltered from the cold winds of winter,
Resist the scorching sun.
The rain dripping under the eaves,
It's the strings of nature,
Play the long tune of life.
Here, not the high-rise buildings of the bustling city,
But it is a warm home for the villagers.
The secluded ancient paths,
leading the footsteps of returning home;
The wooden door creaks open,
It is a kind call to home.
Endless nostalgia,
Mellow as old wine,
Under the big tree at the entrance of the village, on the stone bench,
A cup of tea, a fan,
It's endless homely talk.
Whose new daughter-in-law is virtuous and virtuous,
Which family's children are successful in school,
And the fruits and vegetables in the garden,
Fatty fish and shrimp in the fish pond,
It's all a topic that the villagers are talking about.
Neighbors of the same clan and kindred,
Connected by blood, deep friendship,
Drink a good spring and enjoy a bright moon together.
Under that old toon tree,
Year after year, green leaves like a cover,
The buds are vigorous and fragrant.
Everyone laughed and picked,
Taste that taste of spring,
It is the mark of nostalgia, the bond of affection.
Duwa Palace, simple and warm,
It is the stage of life, the harbor of emotion,
Carrying the laughter and tears of generations,
It is pregnant with endless hopes and dreams.
Here, without the hustle and bustle of glitz,
But there are sincere smiling faces, simple folk customs,
And the one that is deeply imprinted in the bottom of my heart,
Nostalgia, home, the fragrance of toon buds.
This is my classmate's Duwa Palace,
An ordinary village house,
Standing quietly in the long river of years,
With flowers, nostalgia, homely food,
Weaving a vivid and warm picture,
Become an eternal memory in our hearts,
And also in the depths of our souls,
The hometown that you will always yearn for.