Ah, Lei Feng!

The flowers of March have scented your name.

The rain in March wet the song.

It’s not just your name that came alongside 1963.

Standing on the starting line of 1963, I began to stare.

In the wilderness that lacks love,

You are a green tree, a spring flower;

In the absence of the starry sky of love,

You are a round of the moon, a star;

In the absence of love,

You are a boat, a bridge;

In the winter of lack of love,

You are a spring breeze, a pot of charcoal fire;

Ah, Lei Feng! You are a monument to love,

The banner of love, the model of love!

How many people are calling your name for love,

When the bicycle that hit the old man went away,

When the old lady ran up from the mud,

When the young man in the workshop is leaning against the wall,

When the construction site lost cement, steel...

How many hearts are missing, crying -

"Come back, Lei Feng!

Lei Feng, you are back! ”

Infiltrating the thoughts of March,

Bathing in the red rain of March,

I am obsessed with the story of Lei Feng.

Sing softly -

Middle School, Jianfang Township, Jianyang City, Wuyishan City, Fujian Province