Aphrodite's Thinker
The end of the journey (ェンディングテーマ) Yoshida. Jay.
Chairman Mao's Qinyuanchun. Changsha
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.
You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed;
The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.
The eagle hits the sky, the fish is shallow,
All kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth,
Who dominates the ups and downs?
Took a hundred couples on a trip.
Recalling the past, the years are thick.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom;
Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Guide the direction, inspire words,
Shit is Wan Huhou.
Do you remember hitting the water in the middle stream?
The waves stopped the flying boat?
Cang Kejia's old horse
You have to let the cart fill it up,
It didn't say a word,
The pressure on the back got stuck in the meat,
It hangs its head heavily!
I don't know my life at the moment,
It only hides its tears in its heart,
A whip shadow floated before my eyes,
He looked up at the front.
Wen Yiduo's stagnant water
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you have some rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
Several petals of peach blossoms were embroidered on the tin can.
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Shape a steaming cloud for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
A little clear.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.
homeland
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland