I'm from that land

My heart is in that land

My roots are deep in that land

I am a son of the land

The temptation of exotic ostentation came to me brightly—

Show the charm of plumpness

The song of exotic intoxication gently addressed me—

Singing in a low voice

As a guest of an exotic land

I can't be dizzy

I can't be moved

I know—

Where are my roots?

Where is my heart?

Where is my love?

Get out of that land

With a majestic mood

With heroic spirit

When I walked into another country, I found that -

I have lived up to the kindness and love of that land

And so—

In the days of wandering in a foreign land

I often think about that land

I think of the fathers and villagers in that land

Although the thought of it makes my heart ache

But I'd like to think about it

I can't wait to think about it

When the spring of the foreign land

When it came in a splendid manner

I know—

Spring in that land has no morning makeup

But I can't help but remember—

The scent of acacia flowers wafting in that land

The sweet floral scent began to brightly decorate my dreams

Decorate my dreams as—

The story of my grandmother's pan-fried kang acacia cake

Decorate the story of the old folks waving the spring

The touching plot of these stories

Kept in my dreams

And in my life -

Interpret it into the most beautiful season

He has been adrift in another country for five years

My greatest discovery –

The four seasons of the land and the spring, summer, autumn and winter of that land

It's the same pattern

Spring is gone, and summer is beginning to flourish

Summer in another country

Mosquitoes are infested

Quiet sleep is shrouded in a tent

And my heart began to blow—

The cool wind of that land

Quietly in the waters of the Meng River

Swim with a pleasant feeling

The bite of a mosquito in another country

It hurts the skin, and the heart hurts

Therefore, I longed for the autumn in another country to come one day earlier

Let yourself have a comfortable dream

Autumn in that land

Faster than autumn in another country

The joy of the harvest of the old folks

Decoration has already begun

The scene of the gradual desolation of the foreign land

Now the snow has begun to fall in other places

The town on that land - Wei Zhai

Presumably it has already begun to be staged-

People are busy with the grand celebration of the New Year

Standing in the wilderness covered with frost and snow in a foreign land

A man looks at it from afar in silence—

The sound of firecrackers burning in that land

Crackling and bursting into the bright smiles of the old folks

It also exploded -

The homesickness of a lonely guest in a foreign country

I raised my hand—

Distant greetings to that land

Far away from thousands of mountains and rivers

Presumably -

The land could be seen

- I have tears in my eyes

Start by leaving that land

One thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days

That's how I think about that land every day

Despite such a reminder

- Make me restless

- Makes my heart ache violently

But I'm really willing—

It's restless

Such a violent heartache