①The spring light dyes our feet green
Stepping on the spring breeze,
Laughing all the way,
Marching into the barren mountains and ridges, /p>
The spring light dyes our feet green.
The jingle of shovels and pickaxes,
played the song of tree planting;
The stream flowed,
nourishing the saplings. .
Wherever we go,
We put on green robes,
Thousands of years of exposed rock,
end the scorching sun. torment.
The barren mountains that have been lonely for many years are now lush with branches and leaves.
When the wind blows,
will surge up. There were bursts of Lin Tao.
The birds flutter their colorful wings,
come here to build nests;
The squirrels have a beautiful home,
so happy Chichi chirping.
Hold up the big green umbrella,
The little rabbit is no longer afraid of the old eagle in the sky;
In the dense trees,
The little monkey jumped up and down with joy.
The river water at the foot of the mountain is no longer turbid and roaring.
The rippling blue waves caress the grass on the riverside.
Wait until the golden autumn,
We embrace the harvest orchard.
Walking in the spring breeze,
Laughing all the way,
Walking through the green mountains and green ridges,
The spring light dyes our feet green.