(First song)
Flowers are like butterflies with flying shadows, colorful and green.
The beautiful scenery of the farmhouse is dyed, and the fields are swaying and glowing.
The elegance is dancing gracefully, and the years are fleeting and romantic.
The seemingly ordinary life contains dreams, and the wind and rain accompany the return of spring.
(Second song)
Everywhere on the snowy plateau, we spend our time without regrets.
The violent storm and rain carry the dew, and the cold moon and ice night fly with colorful clouds.
The grass is green and the mountains are green, chasing the purple dream, the branches are soft and the leaves are blooming with red flowers.
I have been calm in the sky all my life, and the messenger sings songs and offers tea with love.
(The third song)
The Gesang flowers are in full bloom and autumn has cooled down, and the earth is full of colorful flowers and fragrant fragrance.
Instead of doing a bonsai show in the garden, I would rather show off the grass in the wild.
Although one season of beauty is short, a lifetime of dedication to beauty is longer.
The smile is swept by the cold wind, and the face is completely hidden.
(Song 4)
The Reba girl dances to the end of the world, intoxicating thousands of families all over the world.
Singing wild string music, mellow smiling Gesang flowers.
The sloping shoulder brocade flying cloud sleeves, hanging green silk and scattered clouds.
The spring light is full of no pink, and the soul is shocked by the new buds of the moon.
(Fifth song )
Taking root in the Western Region, I love the golden sun, and the vast plateau shows its beauty.
Dare to withstand the cold and remain silent, and become more fragrant when exposed to wind and heat.
The iron dragon's body is green when traveling from far away, and the smiling faces of neighbors on the road are yellow.
Happy flowers bloom and Hada dance, who says there is no spring in the frozen soil!
The stems are long and slender and stand with the wind, and the flowers are short and agile, gently blowing away the snow.
Fortunately, the sun and moon are three-quarters of the time, and half an inch of sunlight shines through.
I picked up the delicate red petals and illustrated them for my new poem.