From south to north, it is yellow.
From west to east, it is yellow.
With the spring breeze blowing
Like a golden ocean
The waves are getting higher and higher.
I like to wander in my mother's arms
2. Peach blossom
Every time I open the window,
look around
You always open your mouth.
Sing loudly
I saw you pick up your pink horn.
Blow out a touching song
It seems to be telling something happily.
I thought about it for a long time.
oh
So you're telling people that spring is coming.
Step 3 leave
February and March
The leaves are green.
May and June
The leaves are thick and thick.
Slam down
Baldness
When was that?
4. "green shoots"
backbone
Green Bud said to the youth, "Develop yourself!" "
Pale flowers, and the young man said, "contribute yourself!" " "
The crimson fruit said to the youth, "sacrifice yourself!" "
5. A Little Flower
Author: [Russia] Pushkin Translation: Liu Zhanqiu
I saw a forgotten little flower sandwiched in a book, withered and lost its fragrance, and suddenly my heart was full of a strange fantasy. Where does it go? What time? Which spring? Did you drive for a long time? Who took it off, an acquaintance or a stranger? Why do you put it in the book and press it gently? Is it to commemorate a gentle meeting or a sad departure? Or just walk alone, pick at will, in the dense forest, in the quiet field? Is it him or her, still alive? Where is their home now? Or have they passed away, like this unknown little flower?