1999 On a sunny day, my 18-year-old brother was sitting by the river. The east wind blows the windmill around, the broad beans are fragrant, the wheat seedlings are fresh, and the windmill is singing. Why doesn't the little brother talk? 1999 A sunny day came, 18-year-old brother wanted to join the army. Where does the east wind turn? My brother is thinking about Xiaoying Lian, that windmill, that car is difficult to turn. I have not made up my mind. How can I speak? It was a sunny day in 1999. 18-year-old brother told Xiaoying Lian that he would cross the mountains and cross the sea and would not come back for three or two years. This time, guns are like forests and bullets are like rain. This time, the revolution won.
Ah, hello again. 1999 sunny day, my 18-year-old brother, listen to me carefully, Xiaoying Lian, even if you walk thousands of miles, even if you don't pay it back in ten years or eight years. As long as you don't forget my winning streak, just wait for my father to wear red flowers on his chest and go home.