The wind of the countryside, blowing gently,
Bring the whispers and whispers of paper cuts.
The red paper flies, like a butterfly dancing,
Craftsmen are ingenious and draw a picture of life.
Clay figurines, lifelike,
With a smile on his face, it seems to be a family conversation.
The little hand caresses, delicate as silk,
Shape the childlike fun and innocence of the countryside.
Woven basket, simple and elegant,
The rattan is interlaced and picturesque.
Skillfully shuttle, weaving dreams,
The basket is full of warmth and hope in the countryside.
The song of the countryside, melodious and beautiful,
Accompanied by the beat of the drums, the rhythm is bright.
The dancers are graceful and graceful,
Folk art, blooming with a unique brilliance.
Look at the pattern of the paper-cuts,
It tells ancient stories and legends.
The clay figure is holding it in his hand,
The memory of the countryside, the weight of history.
The woven basket is full of nostalgia,
That is the deepest concern and longing in the wanderer's heart.
The art of the country, the crafts of the hands,
It is the soul of the countryside and the inheritance of culture.
Let us praise together,
The folk art and handicrafts of this village.
They carry the history and culture of the countryside.
It also conveys the warmth and hope of the countryside.
