At some point,
Xiaoliu, wake up.
The spring rain bathes the willows,
Wash, wash,
Small willow branches are very soft.
Spring breeze people combed the hair of willow trees,
Comb, comb,
Xiaoliu bud is green.
Chun Yan and Liu Shu play hide and seek,
Hide, hide,
Little catkins, they can fly.
Willow played with the children,
Play, play,
Children, you have grown taller. ...