Premier Zhou.
Read softly and whisper.
As if, it is back to that stormy era.
Side by side with him, hand in hand with him.
Perhaps, a little hard, perhaps, a little tired of complaining.
But we are still standing, standing.
Open your lips gently and recite his hardships and his tempering.
Sweat, praise his glory and glory.
Words are always so powerful and rich in connotation.
Show us his infinite elegance.
White clothes and candlelight shine, illuminating our youthful faces.
Tea is good at dancing, and lotus is born step by step, dancing out our glorious years.
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Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, it is like a shadow.
His character has been told for thousands of years, and his spirit has been passed down from generation to generation.
HongLing floating in the right wrist, vows as heavy as a mountain.
The lights went out and the play was over, as if it had been ten thousand years.
Under the stage, applause thundered.
Smile is passed on everyone's face.
I seem to see his smile, too.
Under the begonia, it is so warm and bright.
I know our ideas have been conveyed.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
. A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.
He shines on China like a red sun, and I am a sunrise.
I am the sunrise, following the Prime Minister and shining in the East!