The children on the island
were once in the reeds,
ducks playing in the water,
were once on the grassy beach,
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The jumping little sheep.
Pick up shells one by one,
can weave colorful fairy tales;
Pick up a reed leaf,
can blow wonderful music music.
Cut a handful of reeds,
warm everyone's feet;
Catch a bucket of crabs,
So happy and cute little neighbor.
Pick a bag of wild flowers,
incense grandma’s soft pillow,
pick a basket of red fruits,
soak them in red I drank grandpa’s aged rice wine.
Oh, the children on the island in the river,
driving a small boat,
drawing out the colorful ripples of life,
rowing A vision of a better future.