Anonymous

Year after year， the heart remains the same， the four seasons such as wind

I always remember the past， looking to the future

What is forgotten， spring green and the pelting rain in summer

Brilliant flowers， as I have years of youth

Overlap with my past， your future

Away of our time is a surging river， stream and how much Chinese Year

The beginning of January， another cycle of spring， summer， autumn and winter

The bell rang， I can not find the starting line of the years

Were merely repeat year after year， festivals

Wind and frost as salt concentration， in the tradition of generations of blood vessels

New Years carnival， but also the same as a child full of hope

Smile， such as flowers bloom， embark on the journey of hope

Snow is a good harvest sustenance， melted into a luscious spring

Flow through the heart of the wilderness， rivers convergence

The spring has gone again， the wave is a fleeting time of the notebook

The accumulation of cultural wealth， history of heavy

Climbing the trees in the sky， the dead branches covered with green

Fill up with years of hard labor， and time peer