Happy wandering
In the soft spring breeze,
Among the green leaves of willows,
In the cuckoo's cry,
On the bright side of flowers,
We saw the beautiful spring.
Sentimental in spring,
It uses the deep affection of leaves, delicate flowers and lingering wind.
Weave charming dreams for us.
Spring is warm,
The sun is shining, the breeze is weaving, and the spring rain is like milk.
It sows the seeds of hope in people's hearts,
Brew a beautiful fragrance.
Spring is the season of sowing,
Spring is the season of farming,
Spring breeze floats in the air,
Bring a little hope,
Flowers in bud,
Is telling the story of spring.
In spring, our feelings are fresh every day.
-The sun is shining, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
In spring, our mood is full of passion every day.
-Sow ideals, sow hope!
Spring is not only a season,
It is also a kind of mood.
Spring is not only the beginning of the revival of sleeping things,
It is also the awakening of people's minds.
Looking at the rippling willow branches and all kinds of flowers,
What do you think,
What to expect,
What can you expect?
Into the spring,
Let us feel the breath of spring happily,
Feel the warmth of spring comfortably.
Let's listen to the footsteps of spring quietly,
Striking the strings of life with the soul,
Embrace the spring of life warmly!
prediction
This heartbeat day has finally arrived.
The footsteps of the sighing night are approaching.
I can't hear the whispers of leaves and the night wind clearly.
The graceful hoof sound made by elk when they galloped on the moss path.
Tell me, tell me with your bell.
Are you a young god in prophecy?
You must come from the warm south,
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there,
Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers.
How the swallows fell madly in love with Populus davidiana.
I will fall asleep in your dreamy singing,
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to forget it.
Please stop and stop your long journey.
Come in, there's a tiger mattress for you to sit on.
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn,
Listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.
That song will be as gloomy and high as fire,
Fire will tell the life of fallen leaves.
Don't go forward, there is an endless forest ahead.
The ancient trees are marked by wild animals,
Half-dead vines and pythons are intertwined,
There is no place for the stars in the thick leaves.
You will be too timid to let go of the second step,
When you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Do you have to go? When I walk with you,