All the languages in the world are telling a meeting. There is no war, no smoke, no raging, no hatred, only the warm wind of peace blowing gently in the world, singing the song of peace. That encounter was the eternal music, dance and scenery of the world. It may be a competitive arena, but what appears inside is what once appeared in a dream. It is the vigorous posture of dancing under the scorching sun; It is the only scenery in the world, with a young smile and flying youth, unforgettable.
Dreams are ancient words, flying in the sky of Beijing. There is a dragon in the ancient East. Its name is China. In the ancient East, there was a group of people, all descendants of dragons. Five thousand years of wind and rain have fallen on this land of Beijing. Let the flying words create exciting notes, let the flying words arrange exciting dances, and let the flying words tell the eternal scenery. China ancient culture is profound and has a long history.
A dream is when all the crying is played back into a happy song. The power of crying is always stronger than happiness, I always think so. Putting it back after crying is always so strong that people are caught off guard. Crying, pain and falling will reappear in the harbor of dreams. ...
In the dream, cold bullets are scattered into petals. In the Lugouqiao War of July 7th between China and Japan, Eight-Nation Alliance's invasion of China, and the confrontation between the United States and the Soviet Union, cold bullets mercilessly passed through the soldiers' chests, and bright red blood flowed on our or other people's land, and the cold bullets were mixed with boiling blood, which was heartbreaking. Now, the bullets are scattered into petals, illusory and beautiful.
It's sunny in all corners of the world at the same time. We pin our hopes for the future on the wind and hope to fly with it. As long as the wind doesn't stop, the corner in our hearts will always be sunny. By then, there will be no beggars in the world and no gap between the rich and the poor. ...
In dreams, we can leap into the blue sky in a thousand miles a day, because we know that with dreams, we are no longer afraid. In the dark, we will become braver and run all the way to the road ahead to find the dawn of hope.
All the life in the world are cheering for themselves, and they are singing softly:
The dream is that the boundless desert is splashed green by the waves overnight.
All the languages in the world are telling a meeting.
Dreams are ancient words, flying in the sky of Beijing.
All the cries in the world are played back into happy songs.
In the dream, cold bullets are scattered into petals.
It's sunny in all corners of the world at the same time.
We can all dream of jumping into the blue sky a thousand miles a day.
All life in the world cheers for itself.
OneWorldOnedream
One world, one dream
Dreams bring me happiness.