Let's go when we say we go, with the stars in the sky so bright and the Big Dipper shining.
When it comes to clapping the bamboo, let's not boast about anything else. I'll boast about the traditional delicacy: the inimitable Dog-Ignore Buns.
Little Chinese cabbages, so yellow in the ground.
Beijing welcomes you, as if it's opening the skies and splitting the earth for you.
Everyone merrily enduring hunger, humming songs, passing through Tianjin, crossing Hebei Langfang, and entering Daxing.
Daxing, that's BJ's Daxing.
Fang Huai has deep memories of this place.
As a child, Fang Huai visited BJ with his dad. It was a trip that fulfilled his dream, letting him witness the capital of his motherland.
When they reached Daxing, he said, "Dad, we're in Daxing, let's go and have some fun in Daxing'anling."
When he spoke those words, Fang Huai saw his father's face twitch fiercely for the first time.
