When I was a child, the bell of the Liberation Monument rang high,

If you look up your head, you have to squint.

The cubs who sat at the door of Chongbai were already talking about their ......

The most beautiful night view is still the lights of the stilted building.

The 40 degrees of 91 climbed the slope of the six stores,

The earthquake of '08 slept on the road by the Egongyan Bridge,

Wulidian and tea plantations have been very lively,

Cuntan and Yongchuan are never far away.

The small bar on Workers' Street is not lively with the public,

After the rabbits in Bishan are eaten, they can't find their way up to Geyue Mountain.

Wanzhou's grilled fish is less flavorful without Fuling's mustard.

The old white dry shochu should be drunk in a bowl,

Only everyone knows the magic of papaya wine!

Every year I watch the flood flow through my doorstep,

Every year in the fog four wharves to find that line,

You said that you have a father and a mother at home, and you still have to rely on your brothers when you go out.

Brother Pao's clothes and brother's help are the cubs who go home to rake their ears.

Come to Chongqing, Nanshan Golden Eagle to see the confluence of the two rivers,

In Chongqing, looking for small noodles and hot pot,

There are also cousins calling Lao Tzu to go home.

There are mountains, there is water, there is a home,

The fog is Chongqing, I don't feel ashamed!

Notes: It's purely boring, but it's okay to rap. In short, it's not poetry, it's not prose, it's nothing!

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