We will rush for life (picking from Zhaoli River Poetry)
In the morning, you send me out
I am waiting for me to go home in the evening.
Our hardworking worker bee
The flower is the most fragrant
The sweetness you have made
Let the flowers often open at home
Let the swallows come to visit us
We will cherish every night
Read under the lamp
In front of the window
Talking on the pillow
Listen to the wind and rain in the dream
And the chicken of the neighbor
Let the world's disputes forgotten us
Let the years quietly pass away outside the door
