If I were a leaf,
I should also dance with graceful posture:
This land is bathed in sunshine,
This happy valley always excites us,
This elegant wind blows through our ears,
That vibrant bud ...
-And then I left,
Even green melts in the valley.
Why does my mouth often bend slightly?
Because I love this valley deeply ... Imitation: Homesickness Dream When I was a child, my dream was a white cloud. When I reach for it, my dream is to be a shining red star when I grow up. Later, my dream was a rising sail. Now my dream is a colorful canvas. I interpret colorful life, hoping to help the landlord ~