Chapter One: "Childhood"
In the warm sunshine
The cuckoo is laughing.
Yang Qian's hand trembled in the wind.
Childish songs
Wandering in the running water
Happy years just flow by.
In the green birch forest
With the whisper of insects
White dandelions give off beautiful flower caps.
A happy companion
Running in the wind
The intoxicating time jumps like this.
By the gurgling stream.
Accompanied by the frolicking of fish
Oily aquatic plants sway with soft and lovely lines.
give a loud scream
The trouble of cutting through the sky
The happiness of childhood has gone away silently.
We hold the raindrops of childhood together with our hearts,
Together, we use our hands to keep the wind of childhood.
We want our childhood to live in the fields in spring.
Can last forever.
White clouds are our happy past,
The richness of lakes is our true feeling.
What's stirring in the air,
This is our dewdrop laughter.
Envy us? White clouds and blue sky.
Jealous of us? Breeze and raindrops.
We were deeply moved by the glory of this childhood.
A wonderful childhood. A wonderful childhood.
Chapter two: Expectation of childhood.
Chang 'an, Yao Yao
How much expectation,
How much I miss it,
Passion burns childhood.
Once you put on your little military uniform,
Spread excitement and joy throughout the campus.
After several beatings,
After several tests,
Hard work is the only way to know what hard work is.
The future is not always Ma Pingchuan,
Ideal is by no means sweet talk.
Some surprises,
Some revelry,
It's sunny after the storm.
The expectation of childhood has finally come true,
Days of our lives won't be far away.
Chapter Three: "Recalling Childhood"
I remember when I was a kid,
Cicada poem outside the window.
Chasing butterflies on the way to school,
Think about dragonflies.
Pull out eggs and branches to scare birds,
Fishing in the stream is also late.
Childlike heart still exists,
Who untied the flat head and dyed the silk?
It's time for cicadas to sing again.
The schoolbag can be given up temporarily.
In the shade, watching the fun of ants moving.
Looking for coolness
It is the most beautiful comfort in summer.
Dip your feet in the cool stream.
Fantasize about the distant sky
The beauty of the beach and the sea.
Days like that always pass quickly.
Often forget the way home.
Summer night, snuggling up
Grandma's cattail leaf fan, shake it.
Drive the bright moon into a dream