A sun climbed the hillside,
Against the blue sky, it becomes confused and beautiful.
Look, there are some geese flying around.
I can't seem to find my way home.
The sun is like a painter,
Dye the people who go up the mountain red.
riverside
Ribbon as bright as glass,
The twists and turns seem endless.
The little fish jumped out of the water,
As if to say hello to the sun.
Next to it is the tall Guardian.
Still standing.
forest
The lumberjack came,
Make the forest terrible.
Small animals run and run,
Make the forest noisy.
Here comes the red scarf,
Let the forest be quiet again.