Embark on a journey of pursuit
Reverse the car to find the luggage.
Lost the illusion of waiting
Take away your emotional job
Began a wandering life
Chueh-hui's diary
Have enough spiritual supplies.
I'm off, heading west.
Strike loess high slope
Heading for Hexi Corridor
No matter where you are today.
No matter where you go tomorrow
Hope and goal
Never die
I won't look back until I find you.
For the dream "olive tree"
For the "red sun" in my heart
I heard the long-lost local accent again.
"The blue line of the blue line.
Grameen English cuisine
Give birth to an orchid
Really love someone. "
This thrilling song
As if to break my tender heart.
My blue flower, where are you?
I took the old people from northern Shaanxi.
Holding a "shepherd shovel" in his hand
Scoop up pieces of "missing" things and throw them into the distance.
Please send my call away from the blue sky.
Please let my wishful thinking go with the wind.
Please send my thoughts to Baiyun.
Please hold my eyes on the hillside.
And those sheep.
Please stop "baa, baa".
Then I can't afford it anymore
painful feeling
The taste of heartbroken.
Heartbreaking torture.
What happens when you eat your own bitter fruit?
……
I took another sip of sweet country water.
Standing on the bank of the Yellow River
Hold the water of "Mother River"
Save a thirsty throat
Moisten a dry heart
Facing the rough waves
make extensive use of the expertise from all quarters
A raging torrent
Tell boiling emotions
To the winding river.
Learn to be affectionate and warm
To the magnificent sea.
Shout out an immortal oath
Here I am, following in your footsteps.
Melt tenderness into the water of the Yellow River.
Scatter thoughts on both sides of the Yellow River.
Send the phone to the yellow river basin
Write love into the origin of the Yellow River
Pay tribute to "Mother River"
Say hello.
Say goodbye!
I saw the unforgettable countryside again.
Magic 800- Li Qinchuan
The surging Weihe River flows slowly.
The majestic Qinling Mountains meander continuously.
The long yellow land is beautiful and rich.
The tall Wild Goose Pagoda stands in Xi 'an.
And tender wheat seedlings.
Is to spoil me.
Let me kiss its gentle little face.
The willow trees in Baqiao Bridge are still infatuated.
Swinging branches
Give the wind green hope.
To the earth and the blue sky.
My mood suddenly enlightened.
In the warm and elegant local flavor
I seem to smell your fragrance again.
I saw your white skirt.
And that little red riding hood
It's really incredible
Your image
Wandering in front of my eyes
Far and near, far and near ...
I feel pure nostalgia again.
Aunt happily welcomed me in.
In the cave with mandarin duck window grilles
I seem to be back.
I have been away from home for many years.
Sitting on a warm heatable adobe sleeping platform
Chiyiwan mutton and bread pieces in soup
Have some millet porridge.
Minyikou country wine
Sing a song about Hualien in Qiang Qin.
Such enjoyment
Suddenly scrambled to speak.
All my worries
But I don't know when.
There is a sound outside the window.
That deep, sad, sad tune
Reminds me of my own thoughts again.
On this beautiful night
I think the most
One is folk.
Second, thousands of miles away.
……
I had another dream.
Dream of us
Fly a kite on the grass
Put a red "little swallow"
Send to the blue sky
You are flying forward.
I chased it like hell.
We cheered.
We marched bravely.
We talked and hugged each other.
We are warm and moved.
Always catch the scroll.
So as not to break the silk thread.
Unfortunately, it happened.
A gust of wind blew away the "red kite"
I woke up with a fright. ...
It's getting light.
I packed my things.
Are you ready?
Welcome a new day!