Some people are still alive.
He died;
Some people died.
He's alive.
someone
Riding on the people's heads: "Oh, how great I am!"
someone
Bend down and be a cow and a horse for the people.
someone
Carve your name on a stone to be "immortal";
someone
I'd rather be a weed and wait for the underground fire.
someone
He lives and no one else can live;
someone
He lives to make life better for most people.
Riding on people's heads,
People broke him down;
Those who work for the people,
People will always remember him!
Carve your name on the stone,
The name decays earlier than the corpse;
Wherever the spring breeze blows,
There are green weeds everywhere.
He's alive, and no one else can,
His fate can be seen;
He lives for most people, those who live better,
The crowd held him high and high.
My lover
I want to say to you, my love,
My lover is a shy person,
She is shy and has a peach face.
Peach lips and blue heart.
She has a pair of big black eyes.
Dare not look into my big black eyes-
No, that's because she's shy,
When I leaned against her chest,
You could say her eyes changed color,
The blue color, the color of her heart.
She has slender hands,
When I am worried, it will comfort me.
She has a clear and charming voice,
It's just gentle with me,
Gentle enough to melt my heart
She is a quiet girl,
She knows how to love someone who loves her,
But I can't tell you her name,
Because she is a shy lover.
Birds fly by
Cigarette stall Lao Li's erhu
Put our alley
Pull it into a long lock of wet hair
The door of the yard is open.
Fragrant tablet suixin
Sink under the cup
On the coffee table
The ashes are just white and cold.
Nothing is better than going to Qiu Lai in spring.
Can you do it for me?
Thousands of dozing postures on rattan chairs.
Give everyone a name?
The evening paper was splashed all over the face.
In sleep
have
bird
Planes flew by in formation.
Xu
Rough big hands, clasped together.
It feels like holding a bumper harvest of wheat.
These fellow villagers under the sky
It's really nice to meet you in Hangzhou.
Let's climb this mountain.
And take a group photo on it
We hugged each other tightly.
Touch the glass and forget your hometown brother.
It's getting dark, and Brother Dong's hat is very white.
Get off the bus and turn around for the last time.
Brother Dong's hat is very white.
As white as white.
Tingting Hu
Tingting, standing, of course.
Like willows on the West Lake.
Spread her melodious melody in the spring breeze.
The moss waterfall floats on a rock 100 feet high.
Light up a pair of lights in the distance
Beautiful eyes found me gently.
The light in the hall is too dim, you
Jade fingers are like the moon, illuminating strawberry slices.
Great, I miss it.