Chapter 25 singing tashkent

Flying over thousands of waters and thousands of mountains, we came to the beautiful Tashkent; in the shadows of the forest all over the street, there were fabulous lights, and the fragrance of roses floated in the fresh air; Colorful clothes; the master's kindness makes us happy and ashamed, grapes and melons are piled up into hills of precious stones, I love Tashkent, I love Tashkent! Now we no longer feel lonely and lonely; our ink is like the Yangtze River, and our pens are like Mount Tai; the people on the Silk Road rejoice, and the colonialists are terrified; we fight the demons, build heaven on earth, and sing Through the light of Bandung and the bravery of Cairo, we also want to sing about the united Tashkent, the beautiful Tashkent!