The golden rooster has not been heard for a long time, and the house building is narrow.
Even if there are songs and dances in Yaochi, it can't compare with the birdsong in Shan Ye.
Secondly,
When I was six years old, my children plowed with my grandfather, and my loving mother supported the family.
A lonely lamp can't hide people's tears, and a dream can't be a father.
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The breeze caresses the wheat and kisses the mountain flowers, and the beautiful basin likes to grow melons.
Suddenly I saw the new shade filled with the old nest, and there were tired old crows on the branches.
Fourth.
The leaves of the west wind are stained with the setting sun, and the breath becomes frosty and busy.
The humble room is ready to make a fire in the severe winter, and God doesn't care about the world.
Fifth.
There are more than a dozen people in Liucuo Village under Baoyang Mountain of the Eighth Route Army.
The district office was built to beat the waist drum, and the poor peasant group was divided equally.
Sixth.
The devil went into the village with a foreign knife, just like a wolf howling.
Look at the banner of the plaster, and the "only" is wide open.
Seventh.
Liberated the city at night and defeated the stubborn enemy in Beiguan.
It has been ten years since the fire and water, and the village street dance is frequent.
Eighth.
Sacrificing ancestors in Qingming Festival, leaves fall to the roots from winter to the sun.
Planting rain and sowing clouds will eventually bear fruit, and dreaming of going home is the initial heart.