We are on the road, high-spirited, high-spirited, and the * * * production party leads the revolutionary ranks. Break through thorns and go forward bravely, and the revolutionary momentum is unstoppable. Forward, forward, in the direction of victory, the revolutionary red flag flutters in the wind. Chinese sons and daughters work hard, diligently build beautiful rivers and mountains, and swear to turn the motherland into a paradise. Forward, forward, the momentum of the revolution is unstoppable, forward, forward. In the direction of victory, our road is full of sunshine.
Our songs spread all over the world, our friends spread all over the world, and five continents built a bridge of friendship. Forward, forward, the momentum of the revolution is unstoppable, forward, forward. In the direction of victory, how broad our road is, how brilliant our future will be. We devote ourselves to this magnificent cause, and March forward with infinite happiness and great glory. The momentum of the revolution is unstoppable, moving forward and moving in the direction of victory.
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1, road
Out of the confusion in my heart again and again, every voice is a shocking cry again and again, how many times. Hold back your tears, for the expectation of survival, how many roads. There, stir up a storm. A series of hard-working galleries, unyielding beliefs from generation to generation, rushing rapids. After vicissitudes of life, for the sake of dignity and dreams, the mission is. Strong feelings, * * * endured strength and was reborn from the fire. Nirvana phoenix, two hands hold up the sky, after the storm. The rainbow is brighter, all the way forward, all the way forward.
2. "Road"
A man packed a pair of bags in some strange places, walked all the way through prosperity and desolation, and once climbed a high mountain to look back at the sunset on the horizon. I also looked at the distance against the rising sun, walking all the way to bid farewell to sadness and hope, repeating fresh sadness all the way. Maybe that road was once crowded with young and frivolous people. Fortunately, there are some stories to sing. Where does this road lead? Is there a light? I still like to face the sea, so I can only think about it casually, run on the road again, and throw away all pretensions.