Take the pulse of spring well
Songs that attract cuckoo birds
Along one's ridge
Count the seedlings with goose yellow
Watch it over and over again
Search over and over again
Afraid of that baby
Can't reproduce smoothly
The green fields are full of vitality.
Creeping weeds
Desperate to join in the fun.
Father uses dexterous hands.
Pull it up by the roots
Miss Chun left quietly.
Miss Xia has not arrived yet.
God punished them.
From then on, the earth was silent.
The thirsty seedlings are about to fall to the ground.
Father lifted them one by one with both hands.
The hot grandfather Sun saw it.
I feel very bad.
I shed a few tears sadly.
A tear is a rain.
Cheerful seedlings grow tall day and night.
The earth in front of us
A green wave rises.