There is a kind of romance called confusion;
There is a passion called hearty;
There is an ideal called flying.
We will repeat the legend of Kuafu chasing the sun and share the dream of chasing with Kuafu. When the sun goes down, we should stand in front of the sun; When the sun goes down, stand on the top of a high mountain and face the sun!
We run to the sun!
In front of us are endless sunflowers, facing the sun as if to embrace the sun.
Van Gogh said: "This endless sun will drive you crazy; This endless enthusiasm will be released for you!
So we decided to let Tiangong-1 embrace the sun. Even if it will be like a moth to a fire; Even before touching the sun, it melted and burned to ashes, or like my predecessor Kuafu, he died of thirst in the afterglow before sunset in midsummer and lay in the wilderness covered with sunflower petals. ...
Catch the sun before sunset, no matter what!
We heard the call of the country, all kinds of laughter and the sound of the launch of the spacecraft.
Why chase the sun?
I believe no one can answer this question. Because even we don't know why we become so fanatical and persistent, it seems to be innate. I only feel that there is an idea waiting for us at sunset, just waiting for the sunset. He will tell me why we are born, why we exist and why we work hard, including why we chase the sun. So, I want to run, we can't stop, we can't miss the scenery behind us, and we can't even rest to meet the thoughts waiting for me.
Otherwise, there is only depravity, just like Kuafu.
Kuafu shed the last drop of water-the last tear in his eyes-and said, "My sun! ..... "Finally prostrate at the foot of the sun devoutly. ...
We don't look back, we don't cry, we are not sad, because I know that he is still running and following the shadow of the sun. ...
Will beautiful sunflowers sigh at night?
Gold is a kind of brilliance;
Gold belongs to the pursuer.
Blood is boiling, hair is burning, pulse is beating and muscles are beating. My eyes never leave the sun.
Sweat flows down with the dust and condenses into the soil behind him.
I don't know whether there are flowers in full bloom or shade. Because I know that when I reach the top of the mountain, I can turn around.
We should pick up Kuafu's wooden staff, continue to dig the hard wasteland in front of us, and follow the footsteps of the sun.
Kuafu fell because of old age and became a legend; And I still exist on this sunny road, because I have vitality and youth and become a miracle.
Towards the sun, we run! Towards the sun, China, work hard! Launch towards the sun and the heavenly palace!