I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river.
Is the bride in the sunset?
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant.
A pool in the shade of a tree,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play a song in the starlight
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
(2)
Loneliness is often full of tragedy.
Tragedy often breeds glory.
Cang Hu Qiu Tian Xia Lu
On the vast desert wasteland
The life-and-death struggle of Populus euphratica
Show a thrilling heroic image
Let the wind blow Sha Fei.
Let the scorching sun and the drought devil be brave.
An indestructible group is indomitable.
Endless tribes are getting harder and harder.
Struggle and carve into a life posture.
Will is forged into a solid barrier.