Ideal is a tree, dressing up barren land,
The ideal is the ground, extending the way forward,
Ideal is the road to accompany you to the future.
Love is snow, which turns into water to moisten the heart.
Love is water, watering withered trees.
Love is a tree that attracts the lark's song.
Love is a song that resounds through life.
Ideal is the sun, shining the morning dew;
Ideal is dew, which moistens the grass of the earth;
The ideal is grass with green buds;
Ideal is bud, bud golden dream.
The ideal is the spring rain, which moistens the dry farmland;
The ideal is farmland, which grows snow-white cotton;
The ideal is cotton, made into a warm quilt;
Ideal is a quilt, warm and cold soul.
The ideal is the sea, which sets off stormy waves.
Ideal is a wave that tests thousands of ships.
Ideal is a ship, carrying people who travel far away,
Ideal is man, opening up a new world.
Friendship (or love) is snow, which will become the water of life.
Friendship is water, watering withered trees.
Friendship is a tree that burns the light of the stars.
Friendship is light, accompanying you and me forward.
Love is light, it melts the snow in winter;
Love is snow, water that moistens the land;
Love is water, forming an endless sea;
Love is the sea, which contains all faults.
Friendship (or love) is snow, which will become the water of life.
Friendship is water, watering withered trees.
Friendship is a tree that burns the light of the stars.
Friendship is light, accompanying you and me forward.
Love is the wind blowing thick clouds.
Love is a cloud that turns into timely rain.
Love is rain, which moistens dry trees.
Love is a tree that supports the shade for you.
The ideal is the sea, which sets off stormy waves.
Ideal is a wave that tests thousands of ships.
Ideal is a ship, carrying people who travel far away,
Ideal is man, opening up a new world.
Love is the wind, blowing all over every corner;
Love is a cloud, dotted with the whole sky;
Love is rain, which moistens everything on the earth;
Love is a tree that blocks the blazing xia yang.
Love is the wind, rolling with thick clouds;
Love is a cloud that turns into timely rain;
Love is rain, which moistens the trees after a long drought;
Love is a tree that supports the shade for you.
Love is light, it melts the snow in winter;
Love is snow, water that moistens the land;
Love is water, forming an endless sea;
Love is the sea, which contains all faults.
Ideal is a pen to write the light of life.
Ideal is a lamp, which illuminates the dark street.
Ideal is the street, go out of your own way.
Ideal is the road to success.