Chinese Songs - Page 24

I brush, I brush, I brush. I go up and down I go back and forth. I carefully I gently soft. I go to bed happy and get up. Brush your teeth and rinse your mouth after three meals. Because teeth are my best friends. There are so many good things to eat.

Small little boy, carrying the bag into school, not afraid of the sun. I'm not afraid of the storm, I'm afraid the gentleman will scold me for being lazy. No learning oh no face to father and mother. Carrying that satchel to school is not for the sake of government or prestige. No knowledge oh no face to see parents.

I have ten little fingers. And they all belong to me. I can make them do many things. Would you like to see? I can shut them up tightly. Or open them all wide. I can put them together. Or make them all hide.

In the remote mountain village, small, small mountain village. My dear mother, has white hair temples. The past time unforgettable, unforgettable. How many kisses my mother gave me, how many kisses. Kiss dry tears on my face, warm my young heart.

Edelweiss, edelweiss. Every morning you greet me. Small and white. Clean and bright. You look happy to meet me. Blossom of snow. May you bloom and grow. Bloom and grow forever.