(The first song)
Good ones can be made by themselves, and weak ones will feel like it.
Envy his BMW partner, and worry about my tears.
Is there a shelter from the rain and a flashlight to light the road?
Recently, bans are still common, and it is a great honor to be in China.
(the second song)
The vast land, who bears my poetry;
Who will accompany me when I wander around?
Early spring in the south, reading flowers;
The winter in northern Xinjiang is long, the temperature is warm and the frost and snow are mixed;
The east coast is hot in summer, cool and fishy;
The cool autumn in Xiling symbolizes the vicissitudes of leaves.
The car shook at four o'clock and the world turned cold.
The combination of people and cars makes my hands and feet calm;
The curtain mat of heaven and earth purifies my body and mind.
My It's a Wonderful Life!
(The third song)
The sun is shining,
Clouds are floating,
Riding a bike,
Have a rest.
Free,
Free and easy.
Enjoy,
A cool breeze is blowing from above,
Enjoy,
The fresh air of the tree-lined greenway,
Enjoy,
The fragrant smell of roadside wildflowers,
Enjoy,
The leisure and elegance of the moment before.
Put your troubles in your stomach,
Turn into sweat,
Drift with the wind,
Huge.
Keep your dreams in your heart,
Into power,
Step by step,
Be honest and open.
Discard,
The impetuousness of the city,
Aside from that,
Smelly vanity
Step on it,
A contented life,
Enjoy it,
The pleasure of riding a bike.
(the fourth song)
You gave it to me,
A pair of solid skirting boards,
Let me climb,
The mountains of the world.
You,
I hope,
Decentralized,
The shadow in my heart.
You,
I believe,
Guide,
My journey of life.
You,
Is my life,
You,
This is my life.
You,
This is just an ordinary bike.
Pushed me,
Brilliant life course.
(the fifth song)
Triangle, happy and simple interpretation;
The two wheels turn slowly, dancing the ideal wings.
The willow is dark and the flowers are bright, and the trip to Xiapi is colorful;
The morning light carries dreams, and the shadow stays in the world.
Who has a strong character and never gets tired of rugged mountains;
Who drinks and exposes, calmly wading into the distance.
Auspicious color, green all over the north and south seasons;
Qin Ling's sky is full of mountains and rivers, Wan Li.
Show public welfare to the world and nourish the world with vitality.
(the sixth song)
Light riding instead of walking;
Walking through the countryside,
A winding road.
Feel the chariots and horses of Qin Shihuang,
From Zhuge Niu.
The development speed of the situation is arbitrary,
Step on two wheels to chase.
Safe and free,
No fear of life.
So people in this town,
Working class;
Xian Yi, young and old,
Cross the street and knock on doors.
Competitive events,
Strengthen the body and bones;
Er is a beautiful scenery in China.
Four people split up.
Oxygen inhalation on the back,
Smell the pure land.
Energy conservation and environmental protection,
Don't consume oil.
A bird running for its life in the clouds,
A fish in a fish pond.
Keep pace with the times,
I hope to be comfortable every day.
Speaking of the fun of outing,
Hanging in the valley, I forgot the way.
Feel the heritage of our ancestors,
Remember what your parents said.
Twisting and jingling,
Sing Lingling's beautiful song.
Live frugally,
And the grass people are hardworking and simple.
Naming is good for the outside world,
What is Angie's beauty and ugliness?
(the seventh song)
He thought, there is no one like him.
Will stubbornly love riding a bike.
Love this busy city and hard land.
I like peach blossoms and peach blossoms in Joan Hinton.
At this moment.
Bauhinia, which has been in full bloom all winter, has fallen asleep.
The dream of Huashu is in his mind.
Nanxin 2 nd Road is like a psychedelic street.
At this moment.
He forgot what was behind the bike.
Bauhinia is flying all over the sky
Her long hair exudes the fragrance of pregnancy and mother.
He thought, there is really no one like him.
In this southern city, the hometown of loneliness and desire.
Singing "Pastoral" on a bicycle.
Go north through Nanhai Avenue at night.
There are no white sheep under the lights all the way.
In what way will he continue to love?
He thought, in this rainy season
Bicycle, it shines with cold light.
Tears at night force it to face the sun in my dream.
Bicycle, it flies silently.