The lyrics of a piece of criticism sixty years ago(peng qia qia liu shi nian qian de yi zhang pi ge ci )

A batch 60 years ago

It's the last words of Yi Hu Yi

I'm going out to work

Life will soon pass

Don't like a person to talk with a stick

Step by step, go slowly

The same style is called Yi's name

Grandma, I have never seen through it

At dusk, the birds only fly by and lead sun ya

Word by word, take your time

Same story, same story

Chinese New Year is coming back

I don't know if I'm willing to accompany you in my dream

The color of the batch paper has faded

When will miss pass

How to write the address back and forth

Nanyang's location

A good man is looking for Yi

I don't know if Yi has read tens of millions of times

The vegetation on the top of the mountain has turned white

The wind is still blowing in winter

Chinese PinYin : Peng Qia Qia Liu Shi Nian Qian De Yi Zhang Pi Ge Ci