Under the door of spring,
Hidden in the yellow grass buds,
Hide the green shoots of young trees,
Hiding pink buds.
Here comes the bird,
Singing a happy song.
The grass bud heard it,
Stick your head out of the door;
The little tree bud heard it,
Reach out from under the door;
Beibei heard it,
Show red cheeks.
They pushed away together.
The door of spring.