Riding a donkey
It is raining heavily,
While others are riding in cars, I am riding a donkey.
Looking back at the man pushing the cart,
It is not as good as the top, but more than the bottom.
The vast sky is boundless,
< p>The ambition is as high as the sky,The world says that the immortal is wonderful,
But he has to wait until the seventh day of July to meet the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
After the rain, the sky is clear and the clouds are drifting away,
I ride on the donkey and sing a tune,
Although the roads in the world are rugged,
As long as you move forward, don't hesitate.
The vast sky is boundless,
Ambition is as high as the sky,
Although it is helpless, the flowers fall away,
I am always content with what I have. Happy and contented, always happy and happy.