The red star sparkles.
Red stars can warm the heart.
Red star is the heart of our workers and peasants.
The glory of the party shines for generations.
Red star is the heart of our workers and peasants.
The glory of the party shines for generations.
In the long night, the red star shines to drive away the darkness.
In the cold winter, the red star shines to welcome spring.
In the struggle, the red star points the way.
During the journey, the red star sparkled to clear the way.
The red star sparkles.
Red stars can warm the heart.
Follow chairman Mao and the party
The sparkling red star has been handed down from generation to generation.
Follow chairman Mao and the party
The sparkling red star has been handed down from generation to generation.
This is the lyrics
Next is the string word.
Motherland, you are the cradle to raise us, motherland, you are the paradise for which we struggle all our lives, we are proud of you, we are proud of you, and we sing loudly for you. Beautiful melody reverberates in the air, infinitely subliming patriotic feelings. We are full of strength and want to dedicate all our dreams to the prosperity of our motherland. I love my motherland! ! Love, love, love
I want to unite as one! ! Under the banyan tree by the pond
Cicada is crying in summer.
On the swing by the playground
Only butterflies stop on it.
The teacher's chalk on the blackboard
Still twittering and writing hard
Waiting for class to end.
Waiting for school.
Childhood waiting game
There is everything in the welfare club.
I just have no money in my pocket.
Zhuge Shiro and the Magic Party
Who took the sword?
The boy in the next class.
Why haven't you passed my window?
Snacks in the mouth
The cartoon in my hand
The first childhood in my heart
Always wait until bedtime.
Only then did I know that I had only done a little homework.
Always wait until the exam is over.
I don't know. I haven't read the book I should read.
Time is money.
The teacher said that money can't buy time.
Day after day, year after year.
A loss of childhood
Nobody knows why.
The sun always sets on the other side of the mountain.
Nobody can tell me.
Are there immortals living in the mountains?
How many days is it always?
A person looked at the sky blankly.
So curious
Just imagine it.
Such a lonely childhood
Dragonflies fly in the sun.
Patches of green rice fields
Watercolor crayons and kaleidoscopes
I can't draw a rainbow on one side.
When can I be like a senior?
Have a mature face
Looking forward to the holiday, looking forward to tomorrow
Looking forward to growing up.
Day after day, year after year.
Childhood is looking forward to growing up.