Life is half a life, half a city fireworks.
Once young, it was crazy and infinite, fearless of wind, frost, rain and snow, and had no intention of wind and snow. Hurriedly moving forward, the mountain is not high, the water is not deep, take advantage of the dew to move forward and the moon on the willows to return to the sail.
Dreams and pursuits have become eternal power, the sweat of youth has become salt stains on the back of clothes, and the road under one foot has become blisters on the feet. Rise in the morning to wear the stars, return to the moon in the evening, the night wind caresses, watch the lights at night, the dust in the fireworks of thousands of homes settle in the heart, will taste Xiao Ran.
A cigarette, a cup of tea, a book, a faint disconnect, a song of red dust, the night is difficult to understand. The moon is the hometown of Ming, the wind is the hometown of soft, the flowers in other places bloom early, how to reach the hometown of Qinghuan. Wanderers have no roots in other places, no traces are fixed, the most difficult to listen to the poems of the township music, and my songs are scattered.
The pursuit of the road, do not lightly talk about success, do not give up lightly, have dreams always have to move forward, just to not regret youth, do not live up to this life!
Youth can indulge, squander, can go to Bo, to fight, life always has to be wayward, for tomorrow's indifference, calmly, out of a heart road.
Red dust moved strangely, a hundred turns away, all the passion burned years, with chai rice oil salt tea, life also smoothed out our edges and corners, let us calm down and taste the past.
The smell of fireworks in the world is the most soothing to the hearts of mortals. The faint taste of hometown can best soothe the empty heart. Sweet hometown water, the most sweet and bitter smile. The pursuit is never-ending, and it is always bland that is the true meaning.
The journey has passed the mountains and the sun and the moon, crossed the sea of stars, seen thousands of people, all kinds of things, good intentions, malicious, innocent, disguised, so that the young and the crazy are not there. Mind fixed, not much to say, more words will be lost, not more words, more words to say lightly, no words to say, no disputes are disputes.
Now half a load of displacement, although their own people are glorious in front of them, fresh clothes and angry horses, hugging horses in front of them, they have seen through the world's heat and cold, a dream of youth, drunk and awake, it is better to hang up the seal and go back to their hometown.
Return to the hometown, half a life, half a city fireworks, return still young.
Returning to the hometown, there is no glory, no wealth, and the return is still jingchun.
Return to your hometown, a leaf fishing boat, fishing alone in spring and autumn. One person on the river, Muyang returned late.
Returning to the hometown, the grass hall slept enough in the spring, and the tea tasted poetry books. During the plum season, spring rains are pouring in. The sound of green bamboo is crisp, the dark fragrance of youlan is fragrant, and the landscape is loved, and the rivers and lakes are forgotten.
Returning to his hometown, returning to his youth!!!
