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.