The sun sets is endless night, curled up in the corner of the city, but I am in deep melancholy meditation, when can the thoughts of passers-by in the south of the Yangtze River be cut off? How can the lilac like girl not worry? Who can point out the direction of the long road? So only wandering can be confused, I look up and ask, night ah, how long do you have? At this time, the warbler on the branch sings slowly: learn to say goodbye, behind the dark night is the light, the song is long and echoes slowly
Farewell to the night, it is a gorgeous color. In spring, there are hundreds of flowers in the skirt, thousands of butterflies flying, but one after another, the wintersweet is breaking the ground and sprouting in the cold abyss. On the top of its body is a hard rock, dark and endless. It tears, cries, decadent and melancholy. But the pace of growth has never stopped. The light of life reflects the chest in such a way. When the wind is cold and the trees are withering, It struggles to open its own flowers, the wind stops for it, the leaves fly for it, the wintersweet leaves the night with all its wounds and heartaches, the bright yellow, like the sunshine, clear and bright, beautiful and fragrant
Farewell to the night, it is a shock of heroism. In the past years, life is turbulent like catkins and duckweeds. From a distance, we can see the freedom spreading. From a close perspective, we can see that there is no dependence. Together, we can see all kinds of glory. From a drop, we can see the abyss. From the source of the Yangtze River, we can see that there are surging waves that can't walk without full of sadness and indignation, and we can't cover the heroic life. Li Bai stood in the wind, stroked his sleeves, brushed his tears, and kowtowed to the sky: sometimes, when the wind blows, the waves will be broken, and the clouds and sails will be hung to help the sea! So the strong belongs to him, the praise belongs to him, and the night does not belong to him. It is also like Gong Zizhen who sacrifices flowers: falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning it into spring mud to protect flowers, more like the tearful farewell of the generations of the pilgrims, making silent efforts, spreading out the long scroll of history for them, saying goodbye to the night, is another generation of heroes!
Farewell to the night, it is a beautiful success. Tai Lihua's name is deeply engraved in the hearts of every Chinese with infinite shock. She has a thousand hands of Avalokitesvara and a thousand blessings. The cruelty of fate makes her unable to appreciate the beauty of life, but it gives her a beautiful heart and beautiful dancing posture. The one who lives tenaciously in the dark is her. The one who depicts bravery and outlines noble and clean in the thousand arms is also her. Tai Lihua's life is small but broken Shine the light of the whole sun. This is a woman struggling from the dark. The beautiful light will belong to her.
Farewell to the night, learn to be strong, I timidly stand on my body, wave goodbye to the dark, the sun and the moon shine together, the aftersound twines, they hold me a big sun
The Nightingale continued to sing. On that day, the water side, the rising sun was born