I use my tender hands
Divide the days into strings of notes
Jump between your fingers
Childhood is a pure blue painting.
I use clear eyes
Draw the years into a pure blue river
Flowing in my heart
Childhood was picked up in a paddy field.
That string of rice ears
In the long river of time
Shine golden light
When time becomes the color of sadness
Smudge the time and space I have traveled.
When life uses tough hands
Let my heart be full of hardships
Childhood is in my silent heart.
Sing softly, come on.
In the long river of time,
Pearls are deposited into particles.
I am in the silent night
Wear it carefully in a string.
A glittering necklace
Illuminate my whole body and mind.
2. A fishing boat with two children stopped on board. -"Zhou Du An Ren" Song Yang Wanli
On a fishing boat, there are two children. They put away their bamboo poles, stopped their oars and sat on the boat.
The children hurried after Huang Die, but there was no place to find cauliflower. -"Su Xinshi Xugong Store" Song Yang Wanli
The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.
4. Xiaowa punted and stole Bai Lianhua back. -"On the Pool" Tang Bai Juyi
A child is holding a boat and secretly picking white lotus.
5, the favorite child rogue, shampoo and peel the lotus. -"Qingpingle Village Residence" Song Xin Qi Ji
My favorite is the rogue's youngest son, who is lying on the grass at the head of the stream, peeling off newly picked lotus flowers.