Poetry year after year

The horse followed the remaining cold of the falling snow

The horse disappeared into yesterday

The cold still invaded the wilderness

The enthusiasm of the earth was frozen.

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The huge flow of people on the street

It is still the most beautiful scenery this winter

My thoughts run wild like a horse, following the longing for faith

The docile sheep comes climbing the mountains in the morning light of tomorrow to the music of Sanyang's prosperity

Three hundred and sixty-five days year after year

The stories slipping from the fingertips warm the passing years

When the green grass of tomorrow, willow silk steps on the spring land and dazzles

Stopping at the long-haired girl in the streets and alleys

Start to show the flower-like smile of the spring girl

The kites flying in the sky in early spring in February

Like flying geese

Have you seen it! A city with many high-rise buildings

A wasteland with high-speed trains, never forget to show off

What a rising nation gives the world is self-improvement

What it gives itself is the elimination of pollution , Cut off the cancer

Give the ruling party a hope of integrity

The fire in July is always so generous and charming

Donate all your enthusiasm and spread it to the earth

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Never forget to call upon the wind and rain to cause mudslides

Heavy rainstorms, typhoons, exert their evil power

In times of crisis, friendly hands hold a circle

Never abandon , Don’t give up

Warmth, those ordinary things that are touching, touching the sky

When autumn hands dye the leaves on the mountain into red

Decorate the branches Another harvest dream

With the golden color of the ginkgo leaves

Coated with the plump corn grains

The vastness of time plows through the autumn soil of the years< /p>

Reaping the bulging bags in your luggage

The ups and downs of life still continue to perform the symphony! Welcome hope

Winter night! It's dark and long

The stars of the Milky Way gather in the sky

Blinking your eyes and looking at the world

Are you also nostalgic for the past and reluctant to forget yesterday

This The tears moved by the four seasons passed and the sorrow left behind

are all exposed to the sun to dry in the sun

Let the dreams of tomorrow spread the passion and let the thoughts fly...

Time passes inadvertently, and another year passes. The days of ordinary people repeat the ups and downs, and they welcome the rise of the sun tomorrow.