Son of the East Jinhua Mountain Home, Mountain West Jinhua my home. Things across the hundred years, half of a heart does not know know each other. Article pull caused by mining Mo Rong far, the dream often or see it. Child support roll easily, and I carry a poem. This poem does not know to change the world, with sub-total for the millennium. Golden things before almost gone, who after almost golden right and wrong. Handshake of Xinyu unfinished, raw cold wind in the pines myriad clothing. Not seek deep West Side Hill, Geng Geng Hanmei falling branches. As Jinhua million from the Peak, only clouds come and go fly.