Wang Zhichun,1July 7, 967, was born in Zhu Chi Village, Daling Street, Huidong County, Huizhou City, Guangdong Province.
Global musician, love ambassador of CCTV's "Help for Love" column, public welfare person, Chinese mainland male singer, songwriter, invited visiting professor of CCTV's "Famous Artists" column, visiting professor of China Vocal Music Society, member of music copyright society of china, talent of talent center of Ministry of Culture and Tourism, and signing artist of Planet Publishing Company.
Representative works: Love is not perfect, I miss you in this life, in my dreams, etc. I once loved you, but my heart can't come back, and I am dating you.
Lyrics appreciation:
Mother's tears, like water, spilled on her heart. I don't know where to start. I cried out to mom with tears, mom! Niang said that twenty-six years ago, when the cold winter and the north wind were crazy, Peng dominated the sky, lost his conscience, occupied fields and robbed huts, and drove my parents to Honghu Lake. It snowed heavily that day, and my mother gave birth to me in a small house, with no money and tears.
The north wind roared on the lake, the snow in the cabin was white, and a bed of broken catkins was like a fishing net. My parents put their children on their chests day and night. From then on, the boat broke through the net, and the wind came and went in the rain, working day and night on Honghu Lake. Dogs and lake tyrants, Yan Huowang, robbed fishing boats and tore the net, and my mother fled with her son.
Since the arrival of the producer, Honghu people have seen the sun. Although there is darkness in front of us, it will soon be a big day. Mother, I was born a mother. Teach me to be a party. For the revolution, beheading is just the wind blowing my hat. For the party, I have shed all my blood and my heart is happy. Mom, after my son died, you should bury him next to Honghu Lake and turn his grave to the east so that my son can often listen to the waves of Honghu Lake.
Mom, after your son dies, you should bury him on that high slope and turn his grave to the east. You want to see the white bandits disappear, and you want to see the working people all over the world liberated.