Huang Cancan is covered with fallen leaves.
Wetlands in the forest …
I rashly stepped on it with my foot.
The beauty of spring in the Woods.
My cheeks are hot with cold;
Running in the forest is very enjoyable.
Listen to the trembling sound of trees,
Hold the fallen leaves together with your feet!
There is no comfort from my past here!
The forest also took off its mysterious coat:
The last walnut was picked,
The last flower has withered;
Moss no longer spreads wantonly,
Fluffy milk mushrooms no longer keep rising,
The purple luoyi of blueberry ear
Or wander around the stump.
Lying on the fallen leaves on a cold night.
A persistent sunny sky
Gaze coldly through the Woods
This land is stained with autumn colors. ...
Fallen leaves rustle under your feet;
Death paved the way for his own sacrifice. ...
Only my heart is full of joy-
Singing crazily!
I know, picking early spring flowers in moss.
It is not in vain, it has profound truth;
When the flowers bloom in autumn.
Every flower will meet you:
If the heart tells the flowers,
Flowers brought these words to my heart again,-
In the long days and nights of winter,
I will recall happily!
Leaves rustle under my feet. ...
Death paves the way for your own sacrifice!
Only my heart is full of joy-
Singing crazily!