Suzhou District: In March, I Walk the Path of Poverty Alleviation

Ten thousand miles of spring breeze, but not as good as having you,In the most beautiful springtime, I met the one I missed the most again,A major epidemic bound my steps,That longing heart has already embarked on the path of poverty alleviation,Amidst the great disaster, there was great love, and everyone united to fight against it,Without you by my side, I feel like a flower scattered in the wind,I'm a true farmer, wielding a hoe,On the yellow earth, I wrote my with every stroke,Sitting by the, listening to the locals talk about their hopes,Together with the, we painted a picture of our aspirations,Greeting the rising sun, we walked through the rural roads,The footprints of going door-to-door filled the village lanes,A small farmhouse is filled with laughter,The impoverished are sharing their dreams,Dark skin, cracked hands, and a face etched with the years,But you are my most beautiful love,With a basket on his back, he slowly climbs the hillside,Slowly, beautifully, with tears in my eyes, I could almost see my parents,The older, the better, the blood of our ancestors is unbroken,The blood of family bonds fills my heart,The silent moon, memories like a dream, only after enduring countless hardships do I understand,You are the best encounter and friendship in my life,You have weeds, and I have peach blossoms, we turn mountains and rivers and Buddhist pagodas,You are destined to be my longing across three lifetimes,Putting down the hoe, I pick up a pen, the wind blows across my forehead,With sweat on my skin, I record touching scenes,Source: Zhao Rui