In the warm wind season, lilacs floated over Yushan Village, and a young female teacher came. Since then, children's lives are no longer as flat as the land where they grew up. Lilacs bloom and lilacs fall, leaving traces on her face. Illness extended a merciless hand to her. Finally, in the lonely autumn wind, the autumn wind blew away the fallen leaves and took away her smiling face. Lang Lang's reading voice reverberates in the sky, but it will never change the familiar voice. Children's voice: @ # $ *&; @ # $ @% flies into the blue sky happily like a bird.
You said you like lilacs best.
Because that's your name.
What a melancholy flower,
Emotional people,
When the flowers wither,
When the picture is frozen,
What exquisite flowers,
But you can't escape the storm,
An erratic life,
How many beautiful dreams have become?
Come here in such a hurry,
Left me with a lifelong concern.
The grave is full of flowers, and how you long for beauty.
Look at the mountains and plains,
Do you still feel lonely?
Listen to someone sing your favorite ballad.
How much trouble there is between cities,
Don't worry about it anymore.
The days are full of lilacs,
Full of beautiful flowers,
I was with her,
Protect her for life.