The station is in south bank of the Yangtse River, looking at distant north. The river water brooklet of vicinity, phosphorescence twinkles, The Shan Dai of far, in the setting sun reflection issues green shade. The noise in ear has the billows reputation of the Yellow River, As if see an old person pauses in the rub on levee. A string of tear of the old person is hit wet the son's face, The noise stab of Da of walking stick Da became painful the child's heart.
One is in south, one is in north, North has a father-in-law old ancestor, there is Chinese people south, One calls a river, one is river, The water of Yellow River the Yangtse River always is connecting a root, Shed what do not work to emerge water, the dear one that does not look. No matter young still be old, always the mother is his anxious, No matter poverty is rich still, always father opens the door for him.
The children of distance, knock does obeisance to salaam, Subterranean teardrop, break spirit pain a heart.
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Orignal From: Heart soul
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