Knowledge is rain, which gathers into a vast sea;
Knowledge is the sea, holding up the boat of dreams;
Knowledge is a ship that takes you sailing in the wind.
Love is the wind, rolling up the fog;
Love is a cloud that turns into timely rain;
Love is rain, which moistens the trees after a long drought;
Love is a tree that supports the shade for you.
Ideal is a pen to write the light of life.
Ideal is a lamp, which illuminates the dark street.
Ideal is the street, go out of your own way.
Ideal is the road to success.
Love is snow, which turns into water to moisten the heart.
Love is water, watering withered trees.
Love is a tree that attracts the lark's song.
Love is a song that resounds through life.
Ideal is the sun, shining the morning dew;
Ideal is dew, which moistens the grass of the earth;
The ideal is grass with green buds;
Ideal is bud, bud golden dream.
The ideal is the spring rain, which moistens the dry farmland;
The ideal is farmland, which grows snow-white cotton;
The ideal is cotton, made into a warm quilt;
Ideal is a quilt, warm and cold soul.
The ideal is the sea, which sets off stormy waves.
Ideal is a wave that tests thousands of ships.
Ideal is a ship, carrying people who travel far away,
Ideal is man, opening up a new world.