Be honest, do things with integrity
I came from all the north

I came from the rainy season in Gaochun,
To visit an old friend with reverence.
The wind and rain erosion of the high shed green tiles,
Telling the feelings of a generation,
You are as kind as the elders, although the whole body vicissitudes.
Approaching you, exploring the footprints of the years,
Looking through you, once brilliant, facing the sun,
Embrace you, as always, stick to, desire,
Thank you, spell the military medals to enrich the wall of honor.
I came from the autumn of Mianyang,
In the season when the wind rises and leaves fall, birds still sing,
You have loved ones mind, tolerance, optimism, strong.
Say hello, the sun with warmth through the clouds up the high wall,
Shake a hand, fingertips convey the strength of the struggle,
A toast and take photos of the beauty back to my hometown,
A bow, thank you, the achievement of the "Chinese incense".
I came from the rolling hills of Fuling,
Raise your hands high and label you a trailblazer,
You guard the "Bagua Flag" and guard the southwest, leading the way.
Look at the warehouse, tank farm and workshop, the robot is walking smoothly along the curve,
Listen attentively, all kinds of devices are busy in chord resonance,
Ask, originally you also have Xiang yin, root system Sanxiang hibiscus,
Come on, keep up with the times, stick to your first heart, and the future can be expected.
I came from the whole past,
Follow many traces of history, through the memories of many people.
Depicted in awe, a long picture scroll,
That is, your past, my present, our future.
I came from all the north,
my heart was filled with emotion,
The brothers carried their bags and walked everywhere,
Open up the territory, for the good oil world to share.
Say hard work, say treasure,
We stood in a pile, facing the future in unison.
Institute of Planning and Development Jo Wan Xia
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