On love copying the same province, on love sharing the same province

The river in Hebei is a river of love.

My surging love only stays in Zhejiang.

I am in Anhui to protect the people I love.

The snow in Heilongjiang can't float to Changsha.

The teenager who returned to Hunan, do you still remember the way you came?

The weight of Chongqing is the weight of reunion, and the celebration of Chongqing is a celebration of joy.

Sunny days in Hainan are not suitable for meeting, and rainy days are not suitable for missing.

On the east side of the mountain lives the teenager I love, and my love is reckless and persistent.

The wind from Henan can't blow into the mountain city of Chongqing, and we will never see it again.

The water from Minjiang River will never reach Jinjiang, and your stories are intermittent.

If you don't like the spicy food like Laoganma, try me. I am as strong as Maotai.

Later, the wind in Jilin never blew to your side, and our love disappeared in the cold November.

I often go to Shanghai, blowing the evening breeze of Huangpu River, take a walk along Wu Kang Road, see the Oriental Pearl and feel the summer in the magic capital.