We have two worlds.
One is a dream.
W: The other is reality.
Dreams always have light wings.
There is endless happiness and satisfaction.
We can ride light wings.
Let the sky roam and sing.
W: The rhythm of reality is always cruel.
There is endless pain and trouble.
We can only slow down the heavy steps.
Let the earth trample and let yourself whisper.
Man: People wander between dreams and reality.
I don't know if dreams create reality.
Or is reality destroying dreams?
Woman: I took a step that winter.
Although I don't know where it will be stiff
But I still took the first step.
Have no other desires
Just want to find a little warmth
Melt the cold heart
M: I am looking for footprints this winter.
Although there are a series of deep footprints behind him.
But I don't know which one is mine.
Have no purpose
I just want to know where I'm going.
Woman: Go on in my footsteps.
Tomorrow should be brilliant.
I'm sure.
Man: Yesterday and today, I was struggling with the wind and rain.
It should be a rainbow after the storm.
Tomorrow should be brilliant.
I believe
W: I was on the road yesterday and today.
It is most beautiful to catch the sunrise.
Tomorrow should be my appearance.
I promise/I promise
We made preparations yesterday and today.
Prepare for every moment of our lives.
Firecrackers drove away the cold.
Singing and laughing call for spring.
Spring is on the distant horizon.
Take a small step
Go to each of us.
Come and meet me.
Let the warm spring breeze
Gently touch every smiling face.
Let the messengers of spring dance with huge colored pens.
Colour the earth green.
Paint white
Render a huge picture of a birthday machine with colorful colors.
In this colorful world.
We are all ordinary.
Like flowers in the field.
Silently dotted with spring
As long as there is a ray of sunshine
It will also become extremely brilliant.
We are all ordinary.
But this magnificent life movement
It is we who are playing the main role.
We are mothers.
How I wish I could make my mother's love shine.
Shine on that gentle smiling face forever
Let the pure world be colorful.
But our mother works all day.
I can't meet the expectations of children one after another.
Mom doesn't have a pair of plump wings.
Take that innocent heart higher and further.
Every time I see a child's tears of disappointment.
Tears flowed into my mother's heart.
therefore
Our mother put all her love and hope.
It's all needles and threads that rush by on your hands.
We are fathers.
How I wish I had strong arms.
Hold up a blue sky
Let our children under this blue sky
Always bathed in warm sunshine.
But whenever there is a storm,
Our powerful hands
Can only hold up a thin umbrella. ......
We are children.
How I wish I could use our fists.
Smoothing the frustrations and hardships in the life of the elderly.
Let the gorgeous light of the sunset
Reflect the young face of the old man
But every time I see an old man with white hair,
Locked eyebrows are often difficult to stretch.
We just have deep feelings.
Our pure heart is far from our meager strength.
Far, far apart ......
perhaps
Life has given us
It's too heavy
It's too hard
Too much helplessness.
Too many sighs!
probably
Life has also given us.
Lots of hope and lots of love.
Brought us together.
share weal and woe
* * * Bitter tastes sweet.
Laugh in the sun
Live quietly in hard work
Humble but indomitable.
The top of the head is heavy but the back is not bent.
Life is old wine.
Concentrate the ups and downs of life.
Life is an unbalanced balance.
The heavy reality holds the ideals and beliefs high!
Our ideals
Tied tightly to the mast of the enterprise!
Raise your ideal sail.
Let the trend of the times
Open the ship of our enterprise.
Raise your ideal sail.
Let the enterprise ship
Pass by this sunken ship as soon as possible.
How vast the sea is.
Rushing at us from the distant coast.
Each stirring spray
Is surging with the call of the times.
Endless coastline
There is no peaceful harbor anymore.
Yuan Hang bar
Big shot is still on the phone.
Let the waves surge, thunder and lightning
Let's hold the modern steering wheel
Wang Yang, water and sky are the same.
Let's know the ideal route
Renshan calls for tsunami change.
Let's temper the crew who fight the wind and waves together!
Yuan Hang bar
The sea is calling!
There is hope and danger ahead.
Foreigners gave us old double pulp.
We wandered on the calm river for decades.
today
When we face the sea
Can no longer stand the test of big winds and waves.
We will ride the wind and waves.
It is necessary to build your own strong ship.
We should not only have a broad mind.
Accept those imported Valentino and Pierre Cardin.
We should be more ambitious.
Hang your flag on the other side of the ocean!
advance
The sea is calling!
cheer up
The waves are pounding the sky with great pride!
advance
The sea is calling!
Qian Fan has broken a boat.
Spring is full in front of the sick tree!
advance
The sea is calling!
Today's laughter tide.
Sing a victory song one day!
In ancient times, information technology was not very developed in ancient times, and it was very inconvenient for people to transmit information from one area to another, so they compiled the written poems into songs and passed them out from people's mouths. Poetry originated from ancient social life, which is a rhythmic and emotional language form due to labor production, sex and primitive religion. "Shangshu Yu Shu" records: "Poetry expresses ambition, song expresses Tao, sound is eternal, law and harmony." "Book of Rites and Music" records: "Poetry expresses ambition; Song, chanting its voice; Dance, move its capacity; The three are based on the heart, and then the instrument follows it. " In the early days, poetry, song, music and dance were integrated. Poetry is the lyrics. In actual performances, it is always sung with music and dance. Later, poetry, song, music and dance developed independently and became independent adults. Distinguish songs from poems by entering music or not. Music is a song, but poetry is not. Poetry is a kind of language art, which is differentiated from songs, and songs are a kind of music literature with a long history. The Book of Songs is mainly sung with music. Technically, it is a song. Because of this, The Book of Songs is regarded by scholars as a symbol of the maturity of China's music literature.
As we know, poetry is the oldest and most literary style, which mainly comes from ancient labor songs (later developed into folk songs) and sacrificial eulogy. Poetry used to be a general term for poetry and songs, and poetry combined with music and dance was called poetry. China's poems have a long history and a rich heritage, such as The Book of Songs, Songs of the South, Han Yuefu and the works of countless poets. European poetry originated from Homer and Sappho in ancient Greece, Virgil and Horace in ancient Rome.