Warm sunshine surrounds his children.
In this hot land, people work hard.
It seems that this should belong to the summer weather.
How I want to sleep on the clouds,
At the top of that mountain, overlooking my beloved yellow land.
Or take a picture of the blue sky.
Just let me set it.
Like a happy bird in the sky
Enjoy this blue brotherhood
However, I am not the free bird after all.
The cold current in winter is still no match for this enthusiastic sun.
Just like this warm and generous Weining person.
Just like this gentle Weining man.
The sun rises and the sun sets.
Is there anything more beautiful than this?
How I want to be that eagle, spreading its wings and flying.
Embrace this vast sky
Also, fly in this blue curtain.
winter Stepping on the tail of autumn.
however
These flowers are still in full bloom.
Birds are still singing.
The grass is still lush.
The lake is still blue.
I misunderstood when daydreaming.
This is no longer a hot summer day.
The golden earth tore open the lies.
lay bare the truth
The crow of chickens broke the silence of the night.
Break through the morning sun of broken bones.
Finally, the red sunrise smiled.
Set foot on the yellow land
The barking of dogs lit up the small village.
Smoke rises in Ran Ran.
People who go home stay by the fire.
Enjoy hot rice and tea.
After a busy day, the sun finally struggled to hide in the warm quilt at night.
Don't trust me. Look at that.
The connection between that day and the earth
Be torn alive
Red blood flowed out and dyed a large sky red.