Send a message to the cold star, anger the knife cluster, and the pressure is heavy. The tomb was destroyed, Haiyan sank, and the madman shouted and mourned the death of the "Chief". The story is new. I pick flowers at night, and my head is willing to be a willing cow. In the quiet place, there are songs singing, moving and mixed feelings rushing.
The pen has been shaken for thirty-three years, calling fire for thunder. As soon as the rooster sings, it will dawn in Chixian County, and China Hongbo and Spring will get a 30% discount. National heroes, cultural leaders, and all-powerful ambitions have been paid. Mr. Wang is here, serving the country while the immortal is still alive.
Some people are still alive.
He died;
Some people died.
He's alive.
someone
Riding on the people's heads: "Oh, how great I am!"
someone
Bend down and be a cow and a horse for the people.
someone
Carve your name on a stone to be "immortal";
someone
I'd rather be a weed and wait for the underground fire.
someone
He lives and no one else can live;
someone
He lives to make life better for most people.
Riding on people's heads,
People broke him down;
Those who work for the people,
People will always remember him!
Carve your name on the stone,
The name decays earlier than the corpse;
Wherever the spring breeze blows,
There are green weeds everywhere.
He's alive, and no one else can,
His fate can be seen;
He lives for most people, those who live better,
The crowd held him high and high.