I am a nameless grass.

Question 1: Who is the original singer of the poem "I am an obscure grass" and who is Wu Wenyu?

Lyrics: Han Chuanzhong

Composer: Han Chuanzhong

Singing: Wu Wenyu

Producer: Eiko

I am a nameless grass.

Dashan is dad and Xiaohe is mom.

I am a nameless mountain seedling.

My father loves me and my mother loves me.

In my dream, I inserted wings.

Fly, fly across the ocean

I want to pick a bright wild flower.

To my father, to my mother.

I want to become a starry sky, illuminating my parents' way home at night.

I want to be a little sun.

Make my hometown brighter.

I have a small wish.

Go to school happily and carry a new schoolbag.

I have a great wish.

Grow up quickly and warm my home.

I want to be stronger when I grow up.

Create more brilliance

I want to travel around the world.

Take my father and mother for example.

I want to be a beautiful flower.

Spread it for parents on the way home.

I want to be a wand.

Turn my hometown into heaven.

I want to be a wand.

Turn my hometown into heaven.

Question 2: I am an unknown grass with notes.

Question 3: I am an unknown grass. 1984 The lyrics of the episode "Grass" of the movie "Heart of Grass" were written by Wang Zujie and originally sung by Xinhua fang.

Lyrics: Shi Guangzhu

Composer: Zhang Zhuoya

Singing: Yin Xiumei

No flowers, no trees.

I am an unknown grass.

Never lonely, never worried.

Listen, I have friends all over the world.

Spring breeze, spring breeze, you blow me green.

Sunshine, sunshine, you shine on me.

Rivers and mountains, you raised me.

Mother hugged me tightly, the earth.

No flowers, no trees.

I am an unknown grass.

Never lonely, never worried.

You see, my partners are all over the world.

Spring breeze, spring breeze, you blow me green.

Sunshine, sunshine, you shine on me.

Rivers and mountains, you raised me.

Mother hugged me tightly, the earth.

Mother hugged me tightly, the earth.

Question 4: I am willing to be a nameless grass. What do you mean, keep a low profile!

Question 5: Jesus, I am an unknown grass with notes. Thank god.

Question 6: A friend met a girl and she told him that I was an unknown grass in your heart. Please tell me what this means. Thank you for giving points. Although it is grass, it is so small. Maybe he has never really seen it, but it regards him as important as life …

Question 7: Short inspirational poems, youthful poems.

Youth is a song.

A song that never gives up.

Youth is a kind of

A never-ending river

Youth is a book.

Never get tired of reading.

Youth is a cup.

Endless tea

Youth is a building.

Standing on the top of the national forest

Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.

Youth is a building.

Knowledge pagoda

Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.

Youth is a thriving tree.

Stand the test of wind and rain

Youth is a flower.

A budding bud

Want to show the world your unique charm.

I use passionate

Heart of youth

Give yourself a gift of youth

That is a poem of youth!

You are my youth.

You came quietly,

With a little naughty.

You are so naive,

Hypocrisy is irresistible

You came quietly,

With a little dream,

You are so cute.

You're weak,

Freshness is your temperament,

Simplicity is your wealth.

I want to hold you in my arms,

But you cried.

Therefore, I will no longer desecrate your purity.

Just because you are my youth.

youth

The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.

The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.

Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,

Light clouds and light tears, light years.

With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,

No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.

I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset,

Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.

I met her in full bloom in the distant spring,

Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.

Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night,

Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.

The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying on your eyelashes.

There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.

I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,

Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.

The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.

The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.

Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings,

Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.

Youth is like a gorgeous flower.

Anido Z.

Youth is like white clouds in the blue sky.

innocent

Youth is limited.

Be sure to cherish it

What is youth?

Is it a free and unrestrained surging river?

Is that an endless sea?

I don't think so,

Youth is a cup of strong coffee,

Although it can cheer people up,

But there is still a trace of bitterness.

Youth is the nameless grass.

It's not very eye-catching,

But it can withstand the wind and rain.

Youth is an uncut sword.

It will only get better and better. ...

Question 8: Ask a poem "Youth" to help you find it! Lao lang's is good

Song: Youth

Singer: Lao Lang

? Search youth LRC lyrics

? Search for youth mp3

[ti: youth]

[ar: Lao lang]

The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.

The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.

Soft wind, soft dreams, soft morning light.

Light clouds and light tears, light years.

With the joy of wandering, I will never come back.

When I was young, no one raised the bitterness of homesickness.

I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset.

Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.

I met her in full bloom in the distant spring.

Like a beautiful fairy tale full of dazzling brilliance.

Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night.

Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.

The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying under your eyelashes.

There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.

I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside.

Waiting for the day when they become world legends.

The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.

The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.

Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings and evenings.

Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.