1. descendants of the dragon
There is a river in the Far East.
Its name is the Yangtze River.
There is a river in the far east. Its name is Yellow River.
Although I have never seen the beautiful scenery of the Yangtze River.
I often wander in the Yangtze River in my dreams, although I have never heard of the Yellow River.
Surge in a dream
There is a dragon in the ancient East. Its name is China.
There was a group of people in the ancient East.
They are all descendants of dragons. I grew up at the foot of a dragon.
When they grow up, they are descendants of dragons.
Black eyes, black hair and yellow skin.
Forever and ever is the descendant of the dragon.
On a quiet night many years ago, my family went to new york.
Wildfire is endless in my heart.
Every night, every day, I feel homesick and others grow up on me.
When they grow up, they are descendants of dragons.
Dragon, dragon, keep your eyes open.
Always open your eyes.
2. Country roads
Lyrics of country roads
Walking on a country road
The old cow who comes back at dusk is my companion.
There is a blue sky with sunset on the chest.
Colorful clouds are the clothes of sunset clouds.
With a Dutch hoe on his shoulder.
The shepherd boy's song rippled.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. They're singing.
There is also a piccolo blowing faintly.
Write a smile on your face.
Hum a tune and sing it in the country.
Let thoughts fly in the evening breeze.
How much loneliness and melancholy
Drift away with the evening breeze
Forgotten on a country road
Walking on a country road
The old cow who comes back at dusk is my companion.
There is a blue sky with sunset on the chest.
Colorful clouds are the clothes of sunset clouds.
Write a smile on your face.
Hum a tune and sing it in the country.
Let thoughts fly in the evening breeze.
How much loneliness and melancholy
Drift away with the evening breeze
Forgotten on a country road
Walking on a country road
The shepherd boy's song rippled.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. They're singing.
There is also a piccolo blowing faintly.
There is also a piccolo blowing faintly.
There is also a piccolo blowing faintly.
3. Youth dance music
The sun has set, and the flowers will climb again tomorrow morning. The flowers will be the same next year. When beautiful birds leave, they will never come back. My little bird will never come back. Other people will do the same. Other people will do the same. My little bird will never come back.
4.
The moon passes through the Bai Lianhua-like clouds, and the evening breeze blows waves of cheerful songs. We sat by the high grain pile and listened to our mother's story. At that time, my mother had no land, and she sweated in the landlord's hot land all her life, but she ate wild vegetables, howled like a snow wolf in winter, but wore tattered light clothes. She went to sew a fox fur coat for the landlord. She was cold and hungry, and it took her many bitter days to look forward to today's good day. The moon wears the evening breeze in the clouds like Bai Lianhua, and there are waves of cheerful songs. We sat by the high grain pile and listened to her talk about the past. We sit. Listen to my mother's past stories by the high grain pile. The moon passed through the clouds like Bai Lianhua, and the evening breeze blew waves of cheerful songs. We sat by the high grain pile and listened to my mother's stories about the past. good ...
5. Grandma's Penghu Bay
White waves chase the beach without coconut trees, and the sunset is just a sea blue sitting on the low wall in front of the door, thinking over and over again. It's also dusk. There are two and a half footprints on the beach. That's my grandmother holding my hand with crutches, stepping on the dusk to the warm Penghu Bay. A footprint is a string of laughter, which kills a lot of time until the night engulfs us. On the way home, there were many childhood fantasies in Penghu Bay, my grandmother's Penghu Bay, sunshine, beaches, waves, cacti and an old captain. The evening wind gently blows white waves in Penghu. There is no coconut grove on the beach, and the sunset is just a sea blue sitting on the low wall in front of the door. After repeated thinking, there are two and a half footprints on the beach at dusk. That's my grandmother holding my hand gently with crutches, walking towards the warm Penghu Bay at dusk. A footprint is a string of laughter, which kills a lot of time until the night engulfs us. On the way home, there are many childhood fantasies in Penghu Bay, my grandmother's Penghu Bay, sunshine, beach, sea cactus and an old captain's Penghu Bay, and my grandmother's Penghu Bay has many childhood fantasies, sunshine, beach and waves.
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