Now you are no longer young, you have already entered the sunset, recalling the past, a sweet smile is written on your face.
You have dedicated your youth to the motherland and the cause you love, and you have no regrets.
The achievements in the past are so impressive. You chase me with high morale, just like the rain, dew and sunshine.
Now I can only remember in my heart that you know how to cherish life and cherish life.
Sometimes life is like a mess, and it remains messy if it is not cut and sorted out.
Life is like a poem or a painting. You can express the passion of the poem personally, and you can paint the wonderful painting by yourself.
Look! You dance like a fairy descending to earth.
The steps are so light, sliding from left to right, like fast four steps on the dance floor, shuttling back and forth in the lane.
The roar of the motorcycle accompanies you, and the yarn tube rotates rapidly to accompany you.
Ten thousand yarns are swaying left and right, cheering and waving to you.
Women textile workers, you are weaving a colorful life, a beautiful fairy tale.