The lyrics of CAI Qin's morning book

She doesn't comb her hair when she gets up early

Will last night's stars secretly don't in the hair

Cutting blue sky for paper and holding pine branch to make pen

Morning dew is ink to write a love letter

Tell him about the fish and shrimp in the freshwater port

Tell him about the sorghum of Kinmen Island

Tell him about the Oolong in the frozen top tea garden

And the story of banana growing up

With violet vines gently tied up

By the wind of travel