Go to distant Wang Guozhen.
Men always miss towards the distant,
Towards the distant is to make life more brilliant.
Walking on the rugged road, young eyes are full of dreams and thoughts.
Whether walking alone or together,
Let every footprint be solid and powerful.
We learn to endure pain.
Learn to collect tears like pearls,
Save all your tears on the day of success,
On that day, even the Wang Yang sea.
We learn to deal with misunderstandings.
Learn to taste the bitter wine of life slowly like drinking.
No matter how many grievances and hardships life has experienced,
We always wake up every morning with a vibrant face.
We learn to deal with rumors.
Learn to face the vicissitudes of the world calmly,
"sudden death without being surprised, adding this anger for no reason",
This is our courage and our achievement.
We learn to seize every day.
Life is short and the road is long. Let's cherish every scenery.
We walked on and on and became a landscape.
Towards the distant, from teenager to youth,
From youth to old age, we are from stars to sunset.
Boys' Atmosphere Edition:
The author of The Yellow River makes a pile of snow.
Days and nights whizzing by in my eyes
Grass and gold surge in my chest.
I Yan Di Long Pao and Huangdi Neijing
My tears and expression are turbid.
I have been running through my youth.
My bad breath
When I hold a copper pot to warm my eyes, tears flow like a river.
Who is your drunken boat?
Suppress one's throbbing chest
I look forward to the Beidou full of thunder.
A thousand Yellow River diaries were unveiled by you.
A thousand diaries are Qian Fan's back.
Qian Fan's back is the roar of your comeback.
My emotions are extravagant and wasteful.
My destiny has a bright future.
My silent father was choked to tears by dry smoke.
My nagging mother, her forehead was blackened by the fire of the stove.
I put too much pepper in Lanzhou beef noodles.
My salt is soaked in heavy Shaanxi mutton.
When I lead animals at dusk, I drive birds away from your noisy entrance.
When I drag my children, help the old and take care of the young, and live and roam on your road.
When I bow to your deep source in the brazier above my head
When I use my memory to lift your coming haze.
Yellow River I long for a bumper harvest after the storm.
My black hair and white hair are in the Yellow River and thousands of feet.
I flew thousands of feet along the Yellow River.
I dream of the Yellow River in Tiema Glacier.
My canoe has crossed the Yellow River in Wanzhong Mountain.
I really can't take my photo away from the Yellow River with my face.
My songs can't take away my feelings.
The rising sea can't drown the sunset in my heart.
The world of mortals in my eyes cannot be buried in the declining rivers.
My river that never hits the south wall and never looks back.
My river without coffins and tears
I can't reach the Great Wall, not a hero's river.
My river won't die if it can't see the sea.
My blows and blows hit the bustling river.
My stumbling river
I can't leave without a river.
When the stone turns into foam,
When bones turn into waves
Sorghum fell and there was blood.
When tears are shaped into wheat ears of highland barley
When my feet are covered with mud, I have a hard job in my hand.
Yellow River You are the song I want to sing when I am tired.
A whip shadow drives a carriage full of flames and tears.
A village full of apricot blossoms and moistened by folk songs
Drunk, the north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei
Yellow River, I am the mountain you grew up watching.
My great-grandson's surname is Zhao, Wang.
At the beginning of my life, my nature was similar and my practice was far away.
My compendium of materia medica is filled with the taste of traditional Chinese medicine.
I was overwhelmed by the glorious twenty-four history of China.
A dream of red mansions with my eyes open and insomnia
I smile with tears in my eyes.
My ups and downs, life and death, the boatman's song
My excitement is full of light.
My surging efforts
My sonorous bones
Shandandan is full of flowers, and the hills built by waves of mountains and water are colorful.
Little by little, the stars in the sky light your pulse with nine twists and eighteen bends.
Raise a glass to drown your sorrows.
The Yellow River is flowing, but the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with our swords.
When I was humming that nursery rhyme under the scorching sun and frost.
You are my motherland and my dream is my horse.
Boys gentle version:
Rain Lane Author: Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence,
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
Female version
Xi Murong's Love You.
Ripple in my heart
This is a floating cloud.
Go on and say whether you love me or not.
You can choose those difficult words.
Arrange them over and over again.
Go ahead, my friend.
I will understand how you feel.
It's good to change, happy or indifferent.
You can try complex masks.
Take some detours
Do it, my friend.
I will understand how you feel.
Although the world has changed
Although the thoughts between friends are unpredictable.
I only know
friend
You are my first and last love.
In the distant starry sky
I am yours. I'm yours.
Forever wanderer
Wandering life
Quietly guarding
Your tenderness and your happiness
But friends
Drifting in the corridor of stars
I miss you, but I can't pass it on.
Wanderer's mood
Do you understand, my friend?
Love you forever
To Oak Tree Author: Shu Ting
If I love you-
Never learn rock climbing, Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort all year round;
Not just a dangerous mountain,
Increase your height,
Set off your dignity.
Even sunshine.
Even spring rain
No, these are not enough.
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clinging to the ground;
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.
But no one
Understand our words
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves and lightning;
We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow;
It seems that we are separated forever, but we are dependent for life.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here.
love
Not only love your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.
Li qi, the author of the word
It's hard for me to say this word to anyone.
This word is the gold in my heart and the pupil in my eyes.
It is the dew on my heart flower, and it will break when touched.
As soon as the word comes out, there is a kind of regret.
Although it is a sentence, it reveals too much.
This word is a gentle finger.
That's the smile and tears of my life.
I keep this word in my heart.
When its lights are flashing,
My heart is so moist and warm.
This word is deeply rooted.
Filled with the most beautiful and sweet fruit.
For this word
I can suffer on earth.
You can walk through it generously.
The swamp of language and the thorns of eyes
What a good word.
Love-
Open your mouth gently.
You have to get up the courage for almost a lifetime.
How simple my life is.
From this word to this word.
Calm down, world.
Listen to me spit out the word gently.