The sun was shining brightly. The cock sings three songs. The flowers wake up. The bird was busy dressing. The little magpie builds a new house. The little bee gathers honey. Where does a happy life come from. To rely on labor to create.

Give me a golden chilhood, Draw the blue sea and clear sky; Sun grandpa, moon sister, We smile so sweetly; Give me a golden chilhood, Make me happy every day; Page by page, drop by drop,

I have a beautiful wish. When he grows up, he can sow the sun. One seed at a time is enough. There will be many, many suns. One for the South Pole. One for the Arctic Ocean. One hangs in the winter. One hangs at night hangs at night.

I'm a painter. Strong painting ability. I'm gonna take that new house. It's beautifully painted. Painted the roof and painted the walls. The brush was like flying. Oh, my little nose. Change and change.

Before my bed a pool of moonlight, Can it be frost on the ground. Eyes raised, I find the moon bright, Head bent, in homesickness I am drowned. Before my bed a pool of moonlight, Can it be frost on the ground.