I want to put my little hand,
Into Sanqiu cinnamon,
The fragrant universe,
Even Chang 'e turned around frequently.
I want to put my feet,
Into flowing water,
Jean mother river
Always sailing on the boat.
I want to put my eyes
Walking into the Mid-Autumn Moon,
Children under the banyan tree, I want to put my body
Into fertile land,
Let the barren land of the northwest,
And the smell of wheat.
I think (2)
I want to put my ears,
Hanging high in the air,
Always be vigilant,
Let criminals have nowhere to hide.
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