Year after year, the heart remains the same, the four seasons are like the wind, year after year, the heart remains the same, and the four seasons are like the wind.
As always, miss the past and look forward to the future.
Everything is forgotten, the new green in spring and the heavy rain in summer, what is forgotten, the green in spring and the pouring rain in summer.
Brilliant flowers are like the brilliant flowers of my youth, as I have the years of youth.
Overlap my past, your future overlap my past, your future.
Distant time is a running river. How many China years have passed? The time away from us is surfing rivers, streams and how many China years.
In early January, it is another cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
When the bell rings, I can't find the starting line of the years.
Repetition is just a festival celebration year after year, festival.
Wind and frost are condensed into salt, and wind and frost, as the concentration of salt, are passed down in the blood vessels from generation to generation.
Like children, the carnival of the New Year is full of expectations and hopes.
Smile like a flower, embark on a journey of hope, smile like a flower, printed on a journey of hope.
Snow is the sustenance of harvest, it melts into sweet spring, and snow is a harvest and melts into sweet spring.
Flowing through the wasteland of the mind, rivers converge.
Spring goes to spring, it is a fleeting book, spring goes to spring, and waves are a fleeting notebook.
The accumulation of culture is wealth and the massiness of history.
Climb up the ancient trees in the sky, and the dead branches are covered with green.
Fill the years with efforts and walk with time.