I want to put my little hand on the willow branch,
With a bunch of buds,
Holding the sunshine,
Leisure-leisure,
Sing the songs of spring.
childhood
In the warm sunshine,
The cuckoo cried and wanted to laugh.
Yang Qian's hand trembled in the wind.
Children really sing,
Wandering in the running water,
Happy years just flow by.
In the green birch forest,
With the whisper of insects,
White dandelions give off beautiful flower caps. ,
Party partners,
Running in the wind,
The intoxicating time jumps like this.
By the gurgling stream,
Accompanied by the frolicking of fish.
Oily aquatic plants sway with soft and lovely lines.
Screaming loudly,
The troubles that cut through the sky,
The happiness of childhood has gone quietly like this.