On The Field Of Hope

Our hometown is in the field of hope
Cooking smoke wafts over newly built houses
Small river flows beside a beautiful village
A piece of winter wheat, a piece of sorghum
Ten miles of lotus pond, ten miles of fruit fragrance
Hey cough yo ho yee yee yo
Cough we have lived in this field for generations
be rich for her and prosper for her
Our ideal is in the field of hope
Grass seedlings heading in the sweat of farmers
Cattle and sheep grow to the sound of the shepherd's flute
Nishimura Spinning Flowers, Donggang Casting a Net