Green hills are closely linked
White clouds circle the mountains
Terraced fields, layers of green
Waves of singing go with the wind
Ah, who doesn't say our hometown is good
Oh, yeah, yeah
Waves of singing go with the wind
The hills are full of green fruit trees
The golden flash of Wheat
I like to see our harvest
Happy life for thousands of years
Ah, who doesn't say our hometown is good
De'er yo, Yi'er yo
Happy life
Thousands of years
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