From the wet hands of March
We had a day off.
Take a hoe and a shovel.
Bundles of saplings
Then, go to the fields and barren slopes.
Planting annual form
Also planted the inner true desire.
Let the loess stop losing.
Let the wind and sand stop the wandering wings
Let bare rocks
Return to the old style
We live by water, and the trees are green.
Go back to the tree, honey.
Spend the best time of your life.
Hope to adopt