Go to the yard where grandma always likes to sing skits.
Soak every inch of land and every flower will bloom.
Wipe every mossy blue brick for grandma.
Wash away all her fatigue,
Open her frowning brows.
If I turn into snow,
Go to the scorching desert.
Stay away from the scorching sun and spread joy and coolness on the earth.
Let snow become a landscape that cannot be ignored.
Let dryness and troubles collapse in an instant,
I will only gently dance with the world and teach the grass the courage after suffering.
I will let the children learn to laugh and enjoy happiness and freedom.
I fell asleep happily when they laughed and folded the tall snowman.
I am just a poor scholar. I hope it's acceptable.