Reading manuscripts of civil aviation epidemic prevention poems

Happy snow

If I were a snowflake, flying in the air,

I must know my direction clearly-fly, fly, fly,

This land has my direction. Don't go to that cold valley,

Don't go to the desolate foothills, and don't go to the deserted streets to be disappointed-

Fly, fly, fly-you see, I have a direction!

Juanjuan danced in the air and recognized the quiet residence.

Waiting for her to visit the garden-fly, fly, fly,

-Ah, she smells like vermilion plums! At that time, I relied on my lightness,

Yingying, clutching her skirt, close to her gentle heart-

Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-melt into her gentle heart.