Lao Jiang took office at the age of 73, and Yao Wang gave way to the age of 110.
The mountain is full of oxygen, and the water is full of calcium.
Warm in winter and cool in summer, suitable for farming, swimming and living.
Hawthorn nourishes the stomach, and ancient tea supplements selenium.
Take a bite of the red cherry and grin.
I said that life is not unusual for a hundred years. Please go to Jiangxian county quickly.
When I got there, I put everything down and put morality first.
Kiss the truth, goodness and beauty, and cultivate a good temper.
Take a walk in the field and sing a few songs.
Without enough caves to live in, wild vegetables will never leave.
New friends chat with old friends for a day and smile face to face.
Jiangxian county is good, Jiangxian county is good, and Jiangxian county laughs.
Please come to live a long and healthy life, and the mountains are waiting for you with a smile.
Beautiful, beautiful-
My friend told me where is the most beautiful place. ......
In five thousand years in Yao Wang, civilization opened the world.
Governing the country by virtue shines on the sun and the moon, and China builds the foundation.
Wen Gong used to dominate and keep secrets.
The old immortals in Shenxian Village are all legendary.
Remedy was born in the field, and poetry is hidden in books.
Obviously, it is easy to cultivate and live in the middle of the four seasons.
Wu di Wen sheng flower exploration hall
Scholarly families nail bamboo poles, and the top scholar is my village field.
Cherry orchard is sweet in spring and sweet in autumn.
Regulate the king of spleen and stomach and work with peace of mind
Try the sauce beef, try the rainbow trout.
Take a sip of whole deer wine and a man will be great.
Old people emphasize moral integrity, and children know manners.
Think of others in advance, be peaceful and peaceful.
The dragon is flying and the daughter is made of water.
Hard work and simplicity are passed down from generation to generation, all of which are good.
Oh, beautiful, beautiful-
Friends tell you that Jiangxian County is the most beautiful.
The mountain is green and the water is blue.
Who knows where the first county is?
There is a story in my family that has been told for two thousand years.
There is a guess in the story, which is a bit difficult to guess.
There is an old man at the foot of the mountain who goes to Jiangshan every day.
Said it was 445 years old.
Grandpa, grandpa, you go to Jiangshan every day.
445 Jiazi, how many years have it been?
The mountain says it knows, and the water says it knows.
My grandfather's name is Jiang County, and my hometown is Jiang County.
There is a legend in my family that has been circulating for two thousand years.
Legend has it that it tastes and is very fresh.
The wheat waves rolled in the terraced fields, and the king said it was Ruimai.
Count nine ears and grow on one.
Lang Mai, Lang Mai, the king said it was Rimai.
Nine ears, nine ears, how can you grow on one?
The mountain says it knows, and the water says it knows.
My mountain is better and has good people. It is the first county in the world.
Hey-the mountains are green and the water is blue.
Jiangxian Mountain is better, the first county in the world.
Donghua Mountain is high and the Sushui River bends.
Wang Yao's birthplace is rich in history and wisdom.
The wind and rain in Jin Wengong, a mysterious ancient country.
Engraving Taiyin Temple, Amitabha III reclining Buddha.
Friend, friend, have you ever heard of it?
The first county in the world has many old stories.
The monument looks at the breeze, and the archway invites the moon.
The ancient capital Jin invited you to come and tell you a story.
Cherry is fresh in spring, and it tastes like hawthorn in Qiu Lai.
People are diligent and not lazy, and if they dream, they will get something.
The cave is warm all the year round, and wine entertains guests.
Building two townships and five districts, the road is wider and wider.
Friends, friends, listen to me.
The first county in the world has many intoxicating scenery.
Castle peak prolongs life, while clear water welcomes distant guests.
Changshou Jiang Xian invited you to come and invite you as a guest.
(Original author Li Lanying; Mainly adopted the revised opinions of Chai Guangsheng; The suggestions of Li Xiaoguang, Ren Hao citizens, Hou Zhihong and Zhang Yan were also adopted. )
My family lives at the foot of the crimson mountain, with peach blossoms all over the mountain reflecting the morning glow.
Lao Jiang once said that Jia Zi and Terrace Ruimai raised me.
The dream of the cave is warm in winter and cool in summer, and the days in the small yard are cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks.
The story of the alley is loyal, filial and righteous, and the high gate building is turned into a landscape painting.
My family lives at the foot of the crimson mountain, and auspicious light surrounds my family.
Yao Yucun gave birth to Wang Yao, and ancient China came to Greater China.
There is a myth on the road in front of the door under the high mountains and blue sky.
Beautiful home, please come. The first county in the world is my home in my heart.
Home is at the foot of Jiangshan, and my home is in Jiangxian.
Beauty is waiting for you to walk into a painting.
Oh, here comes the sunshine. ...
Oh, it's going to rain ...
Oh, here comes the birdsong. ...
Oh, here come the flowers. ...
Grandpa told me when I was a child,
We in Donghua Mountain are the sleeping Buddha in the sky.
Looking back at the blue sky and thinking about the Millennium
There is only one me between heaven and earth.
The sun is coming and the rain is coming.
Walk into your dreams and listen to you.
When I grew up, my teacher told me
We in Donghua Mountain are a sleeping Buddha.
There is goodness in the heart and peace for generations.
There is only one me in the sea of people.
Birds are singing and flowers are singing.
Know your love and follow your persistence.
Donghua Mountain, the sleeping Buddha in the sky.
Year after year, sparkling fireworks
Your boy, come here-
Stealing bowls in the middle of the night has brought joy to generations.
Donghua Mountain, the sleeping Buddha in my heart.
Year after year, the Buddha is in my heart.
At the foot of your mountain, all love.
Good people are happy, peaceful and peaceful.
Please listen to the dialogue between Quan Heshi.
That broken wall made yesterday a legend.
Forgotten things, picked up on the mountain road.
You can tell it's old color at a glance.
Ah, wait for me, wait for me.
Your desire, your desire
In the singing of birds, the morning glow blooms.
Listen to the sounds of flowers and grass.
I'll talk about the monument tomorrow.
The story of the future is rolling in smoke.
Taking a look is nothing more than changing roles.
Ah, wait for me, wait for me.
Your hope, your sustenance
In the moonlight, the breeze blew again.
Ah, the winding mountain-
Half-volume poetry and half-volume madness, half-volume red sun and half-volume grandeur.
The sea flies, the sun and the moon change, and the mountains respond' I am coming'
The sun, the sun, shines on Donghua Mountain.
The moon, the moon, shines on Sushui Bay.
That mountain, that water, that's my home.
That's my home, the first county in the world.
Wang Yao opened heaven and earth, and Zhuang Zhou became immortal.
The Golden Shield dominates the Spring and Autumn Period, the mysterious phoenix wall of the country.
Spring boils in Ziyun Temple, and the Buddha lies in Donghua Mountain.
Bandai pointed out that the old story is the new home of an ancient country.
The earth is connected with the earth, and the earth produces gold.
Generation after generation, saint.
Excellent people and smart people, that's my home.
That's my hometown, a 5,000-year civilization.
The champion writes new words, and the students nail the bamboo pole.
All roads are four Haitong, and terraces are covered with wheat waves.
Beautiful mountains and clear waters, fat cattle and sheep, beautiful water and fresh fish.
Red cherry and red hawthorn, red days are sweet.
I often think of the day when the spring breeze blows.
It was the day when the village chief met.
The cherries in the orchard are red.
Oh, red, red, red.
Red represents your spring.
Jiangxian big cherry
Chunlai Di Yi County
Just like your face in spring.
The more I watch it, the more I like it.
I often think of the day when the spring rain came.
This is my dream day.
The cherries in the orchard are ripe.
Oh, cooked, cooked, cooked.
Spring cooked in dreams
Jiangxian big cherry
Big, crisp and sweet.
Sweet good times in my dream
sweet spring
When the sun comes out, I will take a walk in your house.
Schizonepeta tenuifolia blooms in front of the mountain and behind it.
I'm coming. Where are you?
I am waiting for you in the winding path, waiting for you to bloom.
Come to your house for a walk when the moonlight melts.
Schizonepeta tenuifolia blooms in front of the house and behind it.
I'm coming. Where are you?
You wait for me by the winding river until my flowers bloom.
Schizonepeta tenuifolia is in bloom, and it is a good time to bloom.
Schizonepeta flowers bloom in Chencunyu, but I don't want to leave.
One day, I will think of you?
I can't help thinking of you.
Stop in a hurry and go back to your hometown
The red leaves in my hometown are red. I want to kiss you.
The red leaves in my hometown are red. I want to kiss you.
Under the red leaves all over the mountain, which one is you?
Nanshan in my hometown is very high, and the lake in my hometown is very green.
The mountain road in my hometown is winding and floating in the colorful clouds.
There are always stormy days.
You can't help your lingering appearance.
Stop being confused and go back to your hometown?
The red leaves in my hometown are red, and I want to accompany you.
The red leaves in my hometown are red, and I want to accompany you.
Which one are you in the sun?
Nanshan in my hometown is very high, and the lake in my hometown is very green.
The red leaves in my hometown are red and red in my heart.
Zi Jiayu? , Zi Jiayu-
Zijiayu is my hometown, and my hometown remembers you.
The red leaves in my hometown are red and red in my heart.
Hold your hand, hold my hand.
The most beautiful hometown, let's take a walk.
Donghua Mountain is tall, with the total length of white clouds.
My home is under the white clouds, and the flowers are blooming at the door.
Ah-
We have loved Jiangxian since childhood, and we haven't seen enough of its scenery.
The story of Lao Jiang was told and the legend of Yao Wang was remembered.
Hold your hand, hold my hand.
Ok, happy hometown, let's have a tour.
The curved water source makes the lake green.
In the dream, it flows through the willow beach and to the door.
Ah-
We loved Jiang Xian since childhood, and Jiang Xian didn't sing enough.
Mother's entrustment said, and the song drifted into sleep again.
Do you know where Huju Villa is?
I know-where the bridge flows.
There are reflections on the lake and thatched houses on the shore.
A little egret, standing in the middle of the water.
Do you know where Huju Villa is?
I know-where does the mountain road turn?
Love songs are sung at the top of the mountain, and springs ring on the mountainside.
Small round-trip gateball, flying on the grass.
Ah, Tiger Hill, a beautiful place.
Listen to birds in caves and smell flowers on the dining table.
Yo, the game is blowing in the wind, and the homesickness is very long.
Ah, Tiger Hill, where the mountains laugh.
Have fun on the court and watch the moon in bed.
Hospitality people, please come, a wonderful time.
Come to Donghua Mountain for you.
Ask if your heart is still wandering.
There is a white cloud floating gently.
That's my acacia, can it float to your side?
Come to the rolling water spring for you
See if your eyes are still blue.
There is a string of waves singing softly.
That's my greeting, will it fall on your heart?
Hometown, hometown, look at Donghua Mountain.
There is a white cloud floating gently.
I have a message for you.
My hometown misses you, that's where love is stored.
Hometown, hometown, by the boiling water spring.
There is a string of waves singing softly.
The breeze passes through the green bamboo forest.
I miss you in my hometown. That's what you call a happy paradise.
Pushing open a door, the breeze brushed the cheek.
A string of laughter flew over, "ouch!" " Welcome home!
Play the clothes on your body and blow the tea in your hand.
There is an old smell coming from the kitchen, which is the smell of firewood and chopped green onion.
On the land in front of the door, the wheat seedlings are in full bloom.
Ducklings float and willows droop, magpies sing.
Look up at the green hills and listen to the flowing water.
A high-speed train sped by and got into zangara.
Hometown story, hometown story
Wash away the fatigue of the journey, and the local accent is accompanied by tears.
Raise a glass to the bright moon and put your heart down.
Don't feel drunk, under the melon shed and bean rack
Hometown story, hometown story
Bright Big Dipper, blink for us.
That is a love, how can you let go?
My hometown is in my heart, and I walk around the world with my head held high.