Birds are singing, flowers are blooming and everything is reviving. This is the hymn of spring. Lightning and thunder, heavy rain like waterfalls, branches and leaves flying, this is the hymn of summer; Fruits are covered with branches, where melons fall, leaves fall. This is the hymn of autumn; Bare branches are full of vitality, snowflakes are flying and the north wind is whistling. This is the hymn of winter.
Our songs are flying, our hearts are chasing and listening, and the melodious sound of the piano is purifying our tired hearts; That passionate rock and roll is shaking our numb nerves; That clear folk song is knocking on our closed hearts; That lingering love song is awakening our inner romance; Popular golden songs are extending the horizon of our lives; The cool Shaanxi opera reminds us of the past; The call of distant mountains inspires our inner echo. Music can be separated from life, but life cannot be separated from music.
The sky is blue, the sea is blue, the mountains are green, the water is green, the wind is light, the rain is continuous, the fog is foggy, the clouds are faint, and songs are everywhere, existing between heaven and earth. The songs of birds and pine trees are the hymns of the mountains; Ding-dong running water, fishing boats sing late, is a hymn of water; The billowing waves and roaring tides are the hymns of the sea; Rain hits bananas and wind knocks on the window lattice, all of which are praise to nature. ...
We sing about joy, we sing about pain, we sing about fate, and we sing about life. We celebrate life!