Text | Zhao Zhao

Daughter's Love (Official Version) - QQ Music

I have crossed bridges in many places and seen clouds many times,

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But I only loved a small town in my best years.

I didn’t fall in love with sea salt at first sight either.

As spring passes and winter comes, I am finally moved by its gentleness and quietness.

It’s a pity that I will never have the chance to stay here again.

My time was in a hurry and I didn’t say hello to many friends.

I left here and came to this place further south than the south.

Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life - birth, old age, illness, and death.

Farewell from love, long-term resentment, not being able to ask for, and not being able to let go.

However, something has to be done to punctuate this friendship.

This is how I say goodbye to my beloved Haiyan.

This is how I say goodbye to my dear friends...

Goodbye, one house and one flower.

Choose a city to grow old in,

When you meet someone, your head turns white.

Goodbye, Wenchang West Road.

Steal half a day of leisure,

Just watch the mountains and rivers and watch the sun.

Goodbye, Baiyang River.

Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are fields of lotus leaves.

The fish plays among the lotus leaves, and the fish plays with the lotus leaves to the east.

The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the west,

The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the south,

The fish plays with the lotus leaves to the north.

Apricots in red shirts and green jade hostas,

The lotus pond courtyard is adjacent to the south of the city.

When Lu Shang married, he was taught singing and dancing,

The name of the song was taboo, Ah Que Yan.

Goodbye, Didui Pavilion.

This pavilion once visited the Dream of Red Mansions.

Is there anything to do with photographing the Butterfly Hairpin?

The ancient trees and old vines are still there,

It is difficult to find pictures of beautiful women again.

Two waters hold a bright mirror, and two bridges hold a rainbow.

Goodbye, Children’s Palace.

The fragrant grass remembers the wonderful travels every year, and the mountains and rivers still open their eyes.

The sound of drums and riddles brings me to my thoughts.

Who wrote the poem about the Orioles in March? One day Feng Xu climbed the stairs alone.

Where there is a setting sun, there is spring sorrow.

Goodbye, Sheyuan.

I have never read the book before,

I can tell people everything.

Goodbye, Zhang Yuanji Library.

The hundreds of years old family is nothing more than accumulation of virtue.

The first good thing is to study.

Goodbye, old place.

Idle people do not seek fame

I want to live my life in the mountains

Don’t be haggard and selfless

There is no such thing as hazy brothers

If you bite the root of the vegetable, you can do everything.

Goodbye, Utopia Book Bar.

Sloping water in front of Xinghua Village

Behind Xinghua Village is the farmer's house

Sunset before and after Zouma Village

It is expected that Lang will come to see Xinghua Village

Goodbye, Feng Zhai.

One joy is to look up to Heaven and be worthy of others;

The second joy is to have parents and brothers together;

Gather the world’s talents and educate them , these are the three pleasures.

Goodbye, Yangjiaong.

The urchins in the alley are still there today, with the wooden windows on the patio of the small house,

I know who it is, Yu Hua, who is writing at the desk;

The golden rooster crows in the century-old house, and a wonderful pen is written A little bit of Spring and Autumn,

Don’t hesitate to use paper and ink as a student, just let it go.

Goodbye, North and South Lake.

Seeing the beauty of this lake is like visiting the West.

Recalling the poems of our ancestors, it was said that it was originally called Little Hangzhou.

The clouds come out of Xiu without intention, and the birds know when they are tired of flying.

Goodbye, Shaoyuan.

The grass on the banks of Yuanyang Lake is sticky to the sky, and the spring is deep in February, making it easy for boats to sail.

Willow leaves are flying thousands of feet in the rain, and peach blossoms are slanting with a stream of smoke.

Goodbye, Jinghaimen.

When it rains, the mountains are covered with emerald green.

Qianqiujie Pavilion purifies the world of mortals.

Goodbye, Kanpu City Wall.

Travel to the famous mountains, seas and Xiaoxi Lake,

Visit the ancient buildings and old ginkgo trees in Gushui.

Goodbye, South Street.

Under Hengmen, you can live in Chi.

A flood of secretion can satisfy hunger.

Goodbye, little insect.

The sound of insects in winter makes me miss autumn.

People feel sad when they hear it.

Goodbye, Ginkgo of the Yuan Dynasty.

There are ginkgo trees in front of Tianshi Cave, listing the 180 scenic spots in Qingcheng.

Linglong is high above Baiyun River, with greenery spreading across the top of the lonely crane.

Goodbye, ivy.

The roots are rooted in the high wall and sprouts are sprouting, and the leaves are full of green clouds when the wind blows.

Don’t belittle your climbing spirit in front of others, only climb up with sincerity.

Goodbye, Yongan Lake.

The sand gulls are drunk when somersaulting over the golden waves, and the white horses in the distant villages are light.

I tell you to take a rest and let your time go, and keep your flowers in bloom until the Qingming Festival.

Goodbye, Qinshan Nuclear Power.

The First Emperor inherited the heaven, and the more he received the destiny.

He has great achievements in Qi Dynasty and is a former king with profound knowledge.

Goodbye, You Mingtan.

Plain porcelain conveys a quiet night,

Clear tea rewards bosom friends.

Goodbye, Guanhaiyuan.

Who can make up for the thousand-year land shortage? The tide is going crazy.

The great defense in the picture requires imperial power, and a little sincerity can move the sky.

Goodbye, Zenyue Temple.

The Zen Joy bell sounded out of the sea city, and the purple mist and mist dawned.

Dreaming back to Gaozhen Lake and the foot of the mountain, it is not the sound of Maple Bridge in the middle of the night.

Goodbye, Botanical Garden.

Chaoyue's new makeup and jade are brilliant,

Su'e's thousand troops are surrounded by snow.

Goodbye, Wenqinqiao.

Hua Po Well at the east foot and Xuedou Spring on the west cliff.

After the first baking, I listened to the bamboo oven frying.

Goodbye, reed field.

The setting sun shines on the flat sand at the head of the river,

The tide ebbs and the fishing boat pavilion bank slopes.

A pair of white birds stand near the water.

When they see people, they get up and enter the reed flowers.

Goodbye, quarry.

My family lives near Fengshan. Don’t be afraid of the emperor and don’t rely on heaven.

The two brothers were of no use, so they dug up three pieces of yellow mud (strips of stone)

to make copper coins.

Goodbye, Changshan River.

It is similar to forming a sea air building.

Wu Yanxue is indistinguishable when cooked.

Hua Po Well at the east foot,

Xuedou Spring at the west cliff.

After the first baking,

has been cooked in the bamboo oven.

Goodbye, Shendang Old Street.

There is a wooden bank in the east market, a bank in the middle market, and a soy sauce garden at both ends.

There are two rows in the east and west, and there are thirty-six rows of rice.

Bihu The East China Sea is connected to the sea.

The ship enters the salt pond because of the good wind.

The magpie-tailed hawk-headed fish has a big belly,

trying to pretend that the rice is white but not empty.

Wild ducks roost on both sides of the bank, and the bridge is silent and singing to its fullest.

In the vast dusk, the autumn wind is cold, and a wisp of red clouds gradually disappears.

Goodbye, Shendang Brewing.

The snow is heavy and the clouds are too cold to boil.

Every family cooks glutinous rice stuffed with sweet fermented rice.

The sweetness of honey moistens the cheeks and the fragrance is warm.

Prepare a wine table for entertaining guests in the New Year.

Goodbye, Qiyuan.

Beautiful and secluded springs and rocks,

The garden has unique lakes and mountains.

Goodbye, snow in the south.

The weather is getting colder elsewhere,

There may be snow in the future.

Goodbye, cross-sea bridge.

Don’t forget your original intention,

keep moving forward.

Goodbye, Wonderland.

The green mountains are dimly covered with mist,

Forgetting the world, it seems that I can’t remember myself,

But I still can’t forget you.

Two nights ago, Zhenzhen called me and said at the end: "

I know you are that kind of person. Even if you miss us very much, you won't call me. I came here, so I called you..."

Throughout the past few years, I would like to express my special thanks to the leaders, directors and colleagues of the Qinshan Nuclear Power Base who have worked together;

Special thanks to the teachers and fellow reciters of the Hanfen Recitation Group of Zhang Yuanji Library;

Special thanks to myself and the authors of the Qiyuan Supplement of "Jiaxing Daily";

Special thanks to the owner of Youmingtan Book Club and all the friends;

Special thanks to the teachers of FM106 radio station;

Special thanks to the owners of the old place Utopia Book Club and Family members.

Special thanks to: "Qinshan Nuclear Power" newspaper, "Nuclear Power Wave", "Jiangnan Weekend", French-Italian Poetry, Ziyun Tea House, English Corner, Seaweed Poetry Society...

I believe that I have emerged from the trough of depression, indifference and isolation, and have become a broader and softer version of myself.

Therefore, thank you for appearing in my life in different forms and ways.

Thanks for the photography support: Miss Zhenzhen, Mo Ran, Ah Yuan, Qiu Feng, Wuchen Jian, FQ, Mr. T, etc.;

Poetry reference: "Sea Salt" by Xiling Seal Society Folk Customs", some of which are from the Internet;

Due to limited time, most of Haiyan's historical places of interest and

cultural landscapes cannot be included.

"When we are together we are a ball of fire, when we are scattered we are a sky full of stars",

We are destined to meet again.

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