This moment and night quieted down.
With the long trumpet sound sinking on the playground.
More and more heavy nights.
Heavily wrapped in the sunshine during the day and the faces of the recruits.
Only their inner novelty and honor.
Growing under the night
Like a bamboo forest jointing in the rain
The north wind in the cold zone
I have left the sound of insects in the far south.
Otherwise, it's cold and cold, freezing the enthusiasm for singing.
Footsteps echoed in the air.
Still stepping on the rhythm of one, two, three and four
As fresh as a recruit.
At this moment, it has become the most desirable playmate of the North Wind.
She kissed her shy face red.
Show the vitality of green spring
Except for the guards who are still on duty
XinBingLian has been sleeping at night.
Even the stars are teetering in silence.
Although the north wind coveted the dream of recruits outside the window lattice.
But I still can't bear to interrupt the sweet babbling.
Dreams are born in this green cradle.
Passing by the small bridge under the pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River.
Gently brush away the snow from the traffic jam.
The window cut by mother.
It is warmly attached to the edge of the recruits' dreams.
Open the window and you will see beautiful mountains and rivers everywhere.