仰首是春,俯首是秋,岁月的车轮悠悠转动着,历史的长河淘不尽高尚的灵魂,岁月的风沙牵扯出四季轮回。蓝天允许白云在自己身上跳动,大地答应小草在自己身上扎根,山川任凭流水在自己身上淌过。他们说:我的尊严告诉我应该这样做。 It is spring in its head and autumn in its head. The wheels of the years are rolling, and the history of the river is not worthy of noble souls. The sand of the years involves the cycle of the four seasons. The blue sky allowed the white clouds to beat on themselves. The earth promised that the grass took root on itself, and the mountains and rivers let themselves flow through them. They said: My dignity tells me that I should do this.