The spring breeze and rain blew across the wilderness,
creating a layer of green.
On high-speed railway towers and layers of power distribution networks,
scenes of busy line maintenance workers hang.
The wind plays on the wires with tender hands
The cheerful music, in the loneliness
Sings a song for the workers in the vast sea of ??sand. The first accompaniment,
The desolate and inhabited Gobi
suddenly became full of vitality and high spirits due to their presence.
May Day Golden Week is coming
The wind is getting warmer
The rain is softening
The sun is shining
We are in an extremely bright mood
The May Day Golden Week is coming
Who have I arranged for?
Who have arranged for me
I will be there again Congested sea, land and air roads
Panting
Counting hundreds of RMB
Every pleasant smiling face in the scenic spot
It’s just an amazing ticket
I put my heart on hold in entertainment
Who am I paying for
House? Car? Or mood
p>Running across the country, flying all over the world
Hurry up and spend these seven days
My legs are sore
My heart is tired
I regret leaving a trace of unspeakable helplessness in my life
It is true
I have become the master of money
How can money not be a slave? Love me
May Day Golden Week is coming
The scenery along the way makes people forget to leave
Very warm service
In the bright sunshine Is the month of May