People living in the countryside constantly miss their hometown.
Taking a sip of wine brings back old stories.
Like a migratory bird in the city
Lost amidst the high floors.

People from the countryside still want to return to their hometown in their old age.
Resting my head on the memories of my childhood.
Blue clouds in the sky, bright sunshine in the valley below.
Where leaves are born, they fall back to their source.
Water flows upwards. Water flows downwards.
Water seeps through the rough, rocky terrain.
There are people who travel while carrying their homeland with them.
The accent of the countryside is heavily tinged with the mud and earth.
I am like the silt deposited deep beneath the surface.
Even a thousand years from now, my heart will still ache for my homeland…
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