It falls on fields and trees, and on fields and treetops.
The rain falls on the umbrella here and on the umbrella here.
On a ship at sea. It landed on the ship sailing at sea again.
spring
Author: thomas nashe
Spring, sweet spring, is a pleasant king in a year;
Then everything blooms, and then the girls dance in a circle.
Cold doesn't sting, beautiful birds sing,
Cuckoo, puff, puff, puff!
Palms and possibly gay country houses,
The lambs play skipping, the shepherds whistle all day,
We heard the birds tuning the happy melody,
Cuckoo, puff, puff, puff!
The fields breathe the fragrance, daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives sit in the sun,
In every street, we hear these tunes in our ears.
Cuckoo, puff, puff, puff!
Spring! Sweet spring!
spring
Thomas? 6? 1 Nash
Spring, sweet spring, Yao and Shun in a year,
Flowers and trees are everywhere, and daughters are dancing in circles everywhere.
Slightly cold but clear, good birds are singing,
Zhaozhao, Chaochao, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain!
Elms and hawthorn, families dressed as farmhouses,
Lambs play, shepherds play all day,
Birds always sing in harmony, a melodious rhythm,
Zhaozhao, Chaochao, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain!
The fragrant wind rippled in the countryside, and daisies kissed people's heels.
Couples, old women sitting in the sun,
Go to any avenue, there is a sweet song,
Zhaozhao, Chaochao, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain!
Spring! Sweet spring!