Rustle into the green Woods.
I walked alone in the Woods.
My ears are full of many faint
A mysterious and beautiful voice
The green camphor leaves are breathing gently.
Young bamboo shoots emerge silently.
Countless mushrooms are like white umbrellas.
Mom once told us.
Their name is swan fungus.
Larks jump like notes.
Jump from one branch to another.
Their songs are sweet and charming.
Dewdrops glistened and slipped away.
The faint fog is like soft white gauze.
The whole nature is like a piece of music
The forest in spring is the harp of life.
They play wonderful music and poems.
Hit gently, gently
My wonderful fourteen-year-old heart
On tiptoe
Walking into the dense green courtyard,
We put a clove,
Plant it in the teacher's window.
Teacher, teacher,
Let its green branches and leaves,
Put your hand in your window,
Stay with you every night.
Listen, listen,
Green leaves rustle in the wind,
That's when we sang to you,
Help you relieve a lot of fatigue.
You see, you see,
A tree full of flowers,
That's our smiling face,
Thank you for always supporting us.