Everyone loves civilized cities.
People who criticize you can make you depressed?
People who hurt you can make you stronger?
People who depend on you can make you capable.
People who love you can let you know that you are grateful.
The object you want to rely on can make you rest.
No bad people or things?
Only people with bad experience are short of it?
Invest in enthusiasm and live a good artistic life of primary colors.
My city
My city is very smart, there is no disaster,
But there is a mild and mediocre climate!
Can't create a harsh environment
The power to resist storms and snowstorms is as high and majestic as mountains.
And high heroism!
My heart has never been exposed to primitive barbarism.
And the incomparable love for the bright field!
Why am I not a born farmer?
Unexpected birth keeps me company with the city;
I ran north with the wind,
Look at the endless grassland and the eagle hovering high.
Look at the white sheep living on grass.
I went to the northwest, stepping on the quicksand of Gobi and the lonely desert.
Listen to the ringing of camel bells and taste the sweetness of melons and fruits.
I walked along the river,
Look at the rushing Yarlung Zangbo River,
Looking at the Yangtze River,
And the roaring waves of the East China Sea,
Then climb Wuyue, Sanshan, Tianshan, Kunlun and Himalaya.
Then I feel the rhythm and bending of my heart in the silence under the starry sky at night.
Straw huts and boundless fields are my home.
Lightning and thunder are my happy faces,
It echoes the marginal voice of an era,
The wolf's lonely howl made me sleepy.
The future-a beautiful city
The future,
Can't touch, can't feel.
But it bothers everyone.
Everyone has a beautiful imagination,
I guess
Think about the bright future of this city.
I think,
Imagine a valuable environmental protection.
Whenever,
People take the initiative to throw rubbish into the dustbin.
Such a trivial matter,
Will it add a beauty to our city?
Yes!
I think,
Imagine the long-lost peace.
No matter where you are,
There will be no accidents.
all the people
Strictly obey the traffic rules.
Such law-abiding behavior,
Will it add a beauty to our city?
Yes!
I think,
Imagine the rare sweetness of this city.
When darkness enveloped the city,
There will never be that corner:
Someone appeared in the street, homeless.
Such a stable and peaceful life,
Will it add a beauty to our city?
Yes!
Now that this important task has been completed,
On everyone's shoulders,
We, students of the new era,
Landed on our fence,
We are going to paint the future city with a pen,
Draw her cutest and most beautiful side.
The beauty of a city is like building a house-
The first layer is civilization,
The second layer is peace,
The third floor is bustling,
The fourth layer is happiness.
Only by continuous construction,
Cover its roof.-it's beautiful.
Let's join hands,
Build this "beautiful" city!