Love is in Jialing(Outer two).
Jia Hai. 
Love is in Jialing
Why do I love you so much.
Jialing. That's because Fengya Mountain is full of flowers.
The Seven Treasures Temple is full of books.
The style of Tianba Hall is still there.
Taihe egret spreads its wings and flies.
Jialing. You are a brilliant pearl.
The scenery is beautiful. Make ** even forget to return.
Jialing** inexhaustible blood.
Flowing quietly with the years.
Jialing. I love you.
You have beautiful mountains and beautiful waters.
I want to keep you in my heart.
Keep it in mind.
Why do I love you so much.
Jialing. That's because Country Garden is full of songs.
White Horse City has a new look.
The banner of Binjiang Avenue is flying.
It is still good that mulberry tea is fruity and fragrant.
Jialing. You are a city of struggle.
Outstanding. The city is dancing.
Jialing people plug in the wings of ideals.
Sunrise and sunset for thousands of years.
Jialing. I love you.
Your city is beautiful.
The song of happiness is always with you.
Always together. 
Taste life
What life is.
It's laughter. It's tears.
It is a wonderful flower.
It is bitter wine.
Walk on potholed roads early in the morning.
to discover your own mysteries.
A life in all its variety.
Let the sun shine on the earth.
Let the world be colorful.
A taste of life. Like a green olive.
Like a piece of honey.
Quietly moisturize your space.
What life is.
It's hard work. It's dedication.
It's hard work.
It is to keep improving.
Look for deep and shallow tracks at dusk.
To decorate the supreme commentary.
Live with dignity.
Able to brave the wind and rain.
Can not trample others under their feet.
A taste of life. Like a flying flag.
Like a hard ploughshare.
Silently stick to their soil.
Came back - the father who died of illness
Walked for so long.
I can't keep it.
The henna in front of the window blooms freely.
But I can't cut my sorrows.
Have you changed?
I can't forget what I had.
Those hard years.
We used to walk together.
Come back. I'm waiting here.
Come back. Are you still that thin.
Your kindness to me.
It's no use crying over spilt milk.. It's no use crying over spilt milk..
When there is no you.
I just waited silently.
It rained incessantly that summer.
I really don't want you to go.
No greetings from you.
I had to drift alone.
Those unforgettable memories.
Gone and never looked back.
Come back. I'm waiting here.
Come back. Are you still that thin.
Your kindness to me.
It's no use crying over spilt milk.. It's no use crying over spilt milk..
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**Please specify: "*Fang Zhi Sichuan".
*: Sichuan Provincial Office of Local Chronicles.
Author: Jia Hai (Chinese teacher of Longpan Junior High School, Jialing District, Nanchong City, Sichuan Province. He is a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association, a member of the Sichuan Writers Association, and the vice chairman of the Jialing District Writers Association of Nanchong City. He has published more than 200,000 words of prose in various newspapers and magazines at all levels. He is the author of a collection of personal essays, "Waiting" and "The Sea". In 2022, he won the Sichuan Prose Award, and in 2023, he won the Excellence Award of the 2nd Daba Mountain Literature and Art Promotion Project).
Pictured: Fang Zhi Sichuan.