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What is the school song of the third primary school?

What are the school songs of the following three primary schools:

School song of the third experimental primary school

Facing the sunrise, with a vision, we entered the temple of knowledge. We sing, we dance, and the life in the third primary school is full of seven colors of sunshine. How happy life is with hands and brains, keen thinking and courage to innovate. For the rapid growth of ideals, striding forward, hand in hand with heart, working hard for the future, * * * creates brilliance. Stepping on the sunset, with harvest, * * * depicts the sun of tomorrow.

We forge ahead, we develop, and the Ming Dynasty is full of peaches and plums. Honest, diligent, patient, meticulous, keep in mind, and strive for the sake of three primary schools. Heart to heart, hand in hand to the front, work hard for the future, * * * create brilliant.

Heart to heart, hand in hand, striding forward. Heart to heart, hand in hand, striding forward. Heart to heart, hand in hand, striding forward. Heart to heart, hand in hand, striding forward.

Knowledge expansion:

Sing for the second hour and let the cowherd go.

Singing Two Little Cowboys is a War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression song, which was written in the 1940s. Lyrics, music by Li.

Lyrics: Cattle are still grazing on the hillside, but the cowherd doesn't know where he is. He didn't lose his cow because of playing, but Wang Erxiao, the boy who was herding cattle. On the morning of September 16, the enemy swept through a ravine, which was full of rear organs and thousands of fellow villagers. At that critical moment, the enemy was about to climb the mountain pass and lost his way. He caught the second boy and asked him to lead the way.

The second boy obediently walked ahead and led the enemy into our ambush. When the guns rumbled, the enemy knew that he had been cheated. The enemy picked the second child with the tip of his gun and fell to death on a big stone. Our thirteen-year-old Wang Erxiao died heroically in the mountains.

The cadres and fellow villagers were safe, but he slept in the cold mountain, with a smile on his face and blood staining the blue sky. The autumn wind blew all over the village, and it spread this touching story. Every fellow villager had tears in his eyes and sang "Cowboy".