(The first song)
March in Jiangnan,
The grass grows and the warbler flies,
Birds are chirping,
The butterfly is dancing;
March in Jiangnan,
The morning is bright,
The grass whispers,
Flowers sing shallowly;
March in Jiangnan,
Cherry blossoms filled the whole mountain,
Willow everywhere pear white,
Spring is fresh, elegant and beautiful.
Northland in March,
This is a different scene.
There are slender birch trees on the mountain.
The sky is a long blue sky,
Blow it on your face,
The wind that is no longer cold.
Snow left by a long winter night,
In the spring breeze slowly melts,
Become,
The gurgling stream flows in the mountains.
A game,
Unexpected snowfall,
Wandering,
It's raining,
Give it to people,
Unexpected surprise,
Also gave it,
The world is dazzling white.
In March of this year,
Snowflakes flying all over the sky,
Already,
No longer means cold.
Snowflakes fall on the face,
Gently, gently,
There is a refreshing feeling;
Snowflakes fall on trees,
Gently stick to the branches,
Formed,
Ice and snow hung on the tree,
Give it to people,
Very visual impact;
Snowflakes fell to the ground,
Loose and soft,
For example,
Covered with thick carpets,
Give it to us,
A world wrapped in silver.
Here,
In the snowflakes flying all over the sky,
Spring has come quietly,
Go into people's hearts.
People who take part in morning exercises,
They danced in the snow,
With the prelude of spring,
In the falling snow,
Elegant rotation;
An old man with childlike innocence,
Or,
Fly kites like children,
Or,
Playing in the snow with grandchildren;
Children wear brightly colored clothes,
Chasing in the snow,
Spinning on the ferris wheel,
Just for the sake of,
Live up to the expectations of spring.
(the second song)
Crystal snowflake,
Generally speaking,
The vast Yellow River,
Shrouded in the' flying snow' all over the sky,
For a moment,
Heaven and earth have merged into one.
Chun Xue has no bones,
Soft snowflakes,
Inadvertently,
Cut into the world of mortals,
Silence.
Rotating snowflakes,
Romantic,
It is comfortably fixed in,
On the surface of the Yellow River,
It's beautiful.
Close your eyes slightly,
Let the soft snow mass,
Gently,
Touch her rosy cheeks,
Like a mother's hand,
Send love.
Unexpectedly found that,
The world of listening,
It's perfect.
Always loved,
The magic of nature,
I prefer it here,
The sky in March is full of snow.
Fine snow,
Like an elf,
Jumping in the air,
Sometimes smile,
Standing on the branches of holly,
Sometimes jokingly,
Through the eyebrows of willow branches.
They held hands,
Happy snow net,
But because the gap is too big,
It leaked out,
There was laughter in the street.
Affected by this kind of poetry,
I also smiled slightly. ...