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理想

理想

特别的记得小时候老师
总说要做个有理想的人
就在她给我系上红领巾时
激动得我一满脸的认真
怀里这滚烫理想似翅膀般
带我飞出故乡的小城
似这般崇高境界让我暗下决心
要为此奋斗终生
年少的勇气从来不会惧怕
外面世界到底有多大
记忆里每个伟大的先辈
总把喜悲全可以放下
书里的话 老师的话
让我坚信着未来并倔强的长大
我执着的飞啊 奔走在天涯
不舍这于逆境奋起强忍的泪花
青春的梦 不羁的狂啊
顽固的为了未来描绘一副斑斓的画

逝去的青春似儿时的照片
静静的染上灰色的尘
蓦然间发觉身边全都是
为生活而奔波忙碌的人
崇高和理想早在窘迫之中
奔向了四个现代化
偶尔在冗长夜里微红脸颊
上汗颜年少的认真
姓鲁的爷爷说过真的勇士
要敢直面惨淡的人生
所以在茫茫人海内
尽管卑微依然默默的勤恳
哪里的黄金屋 哪里的颜如玉
铭刻的字字珠玑话语羞红
我崇尚的面具
我执着的飞啊 奔走在天涯
不舍这于逆境奋起强忍的泪花
清晨的太阳 盛开的鲜花
今天才发现是块日夜纠结的伤疤
才明白理想不过是卑微的另一种牵挂
我执着的飞啊 奔走在天涯
不舍这于逆境奋起强忍的泪花
看多少故人 匍匐在风尘
所以现在路上的我依然默默的勤恳

看多少故人在风尘里依旧
苦苦的勤恳

Ideal

Ideal

I especially remember my teacher when I was young,
Always saying to be a person with ideals.
As she tied the red scarf around my neck,
My face was filled with earnest excitement, my love.
This burning ideal in my heart, like wings,
Carried me away from my hometown.
Such a noble realm made me secretly determined
To strive for it all my life.
Youthful courage never fears,
How big the outside world really is, my dear.
Every great ancestor in my memory
Could put aside all joy and sorrow, seemingly.
Words from books, words from teachers,
Made me believe in the future and grow up stubbornly, yes.
I flew persistently, running across the world so vast,
Unwilling to give up the tears I held back in adversity's grasp.
Dreams of youth, unrestrained and wild,
Stubbornly painting a colorful picture for the future, my child.

My bygone youth, like childhood photos,
Quietly covered with gray dust.
Suddenly, I realize everyone around me
Is busy running for their lives, you see.
Nobility and ideals, long ago in distress,
Rushed towards the four modernizations, no less.
Occasionally, in the long night, a blush on my face,
Ashamed of my youthful earnestness and grace.
Grandpa Lu said a true warrior
Must dare to face the bleakness of life, for sure.
So in the vast sea of people, my sweet,
Though humble, I remain silently diligent and neat.
Where is the house of gold? Where is the jade-like beauty?
The inscribed words, every pearl of wisdom, make my mask blush truly.
The mask I uphold, my dear,
I flew persistently, running across the world, no fear.
Unwilling to give up the tears I held back in adversity's grasp.
The morning sun, the blooming flowers,
Only today do I find them to be day and night entangled scars.
I finally understand that ideals are just another humble yearning, my stars.
I flew persistently, running across the world so vast,
Unwilling to give up the tears I held back in adversity's grasp.
Seeing so many old friends crawling in the dust,
So I, still on the road, remain silently diligent, I must.

Seeing so many old friends still in the dust,
Bitterly diligent, I trust.