It is not the rivers and lakes that have been left behind

I miss the unspeakable poverty

Ten years of hard work

It contains an unknown sourness

Bumpy road, steps forward

Looking back frequently, now it is also free

In the past, there were a lot of flowers

The waist is draped with tassels, and it dances with the wind

Chrysanthemums are picked at the foot of the South Mountain, and the horses are rampant in the garden

The sky is angry, and the beauty is self-satisfied

When you see the shower, you will endure the grandeur

The mud is long, and there is a little breeze

In the cold and summer, the lotus foot of time

Never stop for anyone

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