One
The boss is mostly a foreigner,
The cub sells the grandfather field without heartache.
The autumn wind shakes off the golden armor,
Geese flew to give autumn sounds.
Two
Spring and autumn are treasures,
The roots are yellow and not light.
Greed for money and profit,
There is deep gratitude for the well-being of the people.
Three
Green mountains set up a green water song,
The blue sky is the white cloud dance.
There is no sand in Shahe Township,
A house of gold in the shade of greenery.
Four
All four parties gathered together,
Years are written by heaven.
Giving up and losing the ordinary,
"The world is public" candles have been around for eons.