The ancient rhyme of military training is that the stars are cool in the morning, and the military uniform begins to feel inflamed.
In the afternoon, the gun was covered with mud, and there was joy in pain.
Liuhu Lake has a heavy shadow and the liquid is too cold. The night sky is changeable and the wind chimes jingle.
Expose wet clothes. I don't know Zhuang Zhou and Wen Xiang.
On a moonlit night, the breeze is slightly cold, and I look at the screen window.
Boya is not dead, and plum blossoms are sealed by clouds.
With a good Chinese teacher, our generation will return to five or six thousand.
Fisherman's pride-good hometown
Night rain in the South China Sea, drums in the Pearl River tonight, the more children look at the moon, the more lonely they are.
Dream of western Guangdong, less than red, orange and yellow gardens.
Fish books don't show the loss of friends, and it's even more hesitant to read Kyushu. I just wish there was no sadness and no sunset.
In Yong Fang, I only know the beautiful hometown of blue sky.
I once recalled that teenagers played for elegance.
Wandering around the world, laughing and romantic, high-spirited
Power, power, India horse.
The drums are thunderous, winning glory for a while and frolicking for a while.
The charm has been swaying for a hundred years, and the chief shouted ten thousand turns.
Waiting for thousands of military postures, cooking wine and practicing.
Advise the cup to raise money, and the childhood will compete for flowers.
More brave athletes add comfort and heroism.
Feel free to practice martial arts and make tea in a bowl.
Jiangshan talents produce a generation, leaving me alone.
Like a song, youth is like a shuttle.
Ruge youth
We grew up unconsciously.
But it is very strong in the depths of memory.
Step on the drums of time
Step by step towards the future
cry out
There are countless lofty sentiments in my heart.
The first military song
I can't finish singing' impassioned' inside.
The morning sun is like fire.
Light a young heart.
A gentle evening breeze
Touching a stubborn face
Listening to youth is like a song
The melody is loud and warm.
Pick it up gently
The green flowers in the army are for you.