A bird, hidden in
Singing among the lush leaves.
I looked up for a long time,
I didn't find it either.
I remember, in the dark,
(Maybe in a dream)
I also hear birds chirping.
But, I don't want to
In order to track this bird,
I just want to listen quietly.
I just wish there were birds singing in my ear,
Although colorful feathers are beautiful,
But singing is the life of birds.
Send you a bunch of dandelions >
In autumn, I came to Shan Ye.
Pick a bunch of dandelions for you;
Although its flowers have withered,
But the seeds left with white velvet are more beautiful.
Please accept this small gift,
This is a flying heart,
With it, you can walk a long, long way.
You are a happy traveler.
You scatter it all the way to the autumn wind,
Don't forget to leave one to take home,
Spring is coming, you go to sow,
Plant it under your bamboo fence.
When it blooms golden flowers,
I know you will think of me then.