In the vast land, the sons and daughters of all ethnic groups danced and sang together,
Colorful folk customs, such as stars dotting the night sky.
I used to think that I was familiar with the customs of various ethnic groups, but I never thought,
There is also such a people who stay away from pork.
Oh, do you know the children of the collectors on the top of the mountain,
Their faith is as pure and unblemished as a snow-capped mountain.
The yak is their faithful companion, and the smell of milk fills the tent,
And pork, on the other hand, never appeared on their table.
I have set foot in that mysterious land, and I have been fascinated by it,
Listen to them tell ancient stories, picturesque.
In that land, every grass, every drop of water,
They all carry their faith and hope.
They told me that pork was not their choice.
Rather, it stems from a deep religious and cultural heritage.
Their ancestors, who lived in this land,
With the yak as a companion, and the snow-capped mountains are dependent.
Oh, do you know the far northwestern frontier,
The songs and laughter of Uyghur brothers and sisters.
On their table, lamb is the protagonist,
Pork, on the other hand, is forgotten like a stranger.
I sat around the campfire with them, sharing food and stories.
Listen to them talk about the prosperity and splendor of the Silk Road.
Their faith is as hot as the bonfire,
illuminates their way forward.
They told me that pork was not their diet.
It stems from a kind of historical precipitation and cultural accumulation.
They respect every life, value every food,
Pork, on the other hand, is not a delicacy in their hearts.
Oh, and the water town in the south, where the children of the Miao family live,
Their customs are as gentle as the gurgling water.
They respect nature and value life,
And pork, in their food culture, has no place.
I have walked among the green mountains, admiring their songs, dances and handicrafts,
Feel their harmony with nature.
Their faith is as pure as the spring in the mountains,
nourishes their hearts and souls.
They told me that pork was not their choice.
Rather, it stems from a sense of awe and respect for nature.
They cherish every piece of land, every drop of water,
And pork is not a delicacy in their hearts.
Ah, the customs of various nationalities, like the colorful picture scroll,
Let us appreciate the charm and style of different cultures.
Each nation has its own unique customs and beliefs.
Like the starry night sky, it is dazzling.
I used to think that I was familiar with the customs of all ethnic groups, but I never thought,
There are so many unknowns and surprises waiting for me to discover.
In this vast land, every nation is a bright pearl,
Their customs and beliefs are as precious as the treasure.
Let us feel the customs and charm of each nation with our hearts,
Respect their customs and beliefs.
Let us work together to create a harmonious and beautiful world,
Let the flower of culture of all nationalities bloom on this land.