I want to sing a person.
He is not a general,
But he made countless contributions;
He is not a literary master,
But to write immortal poems;
He is so ordinary, so young,
Like a spring rain,
But it has penetrated the hearts of hundreds of millions of people!
Why? Why,
In the hearts of a billion people,
Everyone reads this.
The name of a 22-year-old soldier?
He, uh,
Is a drop of water,
But it can
Reflected the radiance of the whole sun!
He, uh,
This is a bird with open wings.
But it can
Fly to the party with one heart!
He, uh,
This is a light that just came on.
only
Every bunch is not wasted!
He, uh,
This is the drum that just sounded.
But it can put
Every Hua Song thunders!
Oh, Lei Feng!
You don't write songs for yourself,
You don't knit Luo Yi for yourself;
You don't comb your feathers,
You won't cry for someone.
Oh, Lei Feng!
You, a note in the internationale,
You, a fiber on the red flag;
You, a red flower among flowers.
You, a drop of water in the spray!
Youth!
Eternal life!
Magnificent!
Look at Private Lei Feng,
One echo at a time,
One song at a time,
A whole day.
Infinite century in the future
The flowers in March fragrant your name,
The light rain in March wet the song.
Your name is not the only one walking side by side with 1963.
Standing at the starting line of 1963, I began to stare.
On the barren land without love,
You are a green tree, a spring flower;
In the starry sky without love,
You are a bright moon and a star;
In the journey without love,
You are a ship, a bridge;
In the winter without love,
You are a spring breeze, a pot of charcoal fire;
Ah, Lei Feng!
You are a monument of love, a banner of love and a model of love!
How many people call your name for love,
When the bicycle that knocked down the old man drove away,
When the old lady hobbled along the muddy runway,
When the young people in the workshop dozed off against the wall,
When cement and steel are lost at the construction site ...
How many hearts are missing and shouting-
"Come back, Lei Feng! Lei Feng, come back! "
Infiltrate the thoughts of March,
Bathed in the red rain in March,
I am infatuated with the story of Lei Feng.
Sing softly—
Huainian Leifeng