The warm wind blows, the ice melts,
The little river flows with a tinkling sound.
How beautiful is the little river,
Like a bright mirror.
Shining out the blue sky and white clouds,
Shining out the people smiling ......
Shining out the green trees and kites;
Shining out the flowers blooming millions of flowers,
The little river sings as it walks:
Spring is in my heart!
Spring Concert
Warm winds blow and spring returns,
Conducting a concert:
The brook tinkles and plays,
The frog croaks and beats its drums,
The willows accompany the dance with a beautiful gesture,
The bird sings with a brittle voice ......
Spring is in my heart.
The grass and the flowers are the audience,
There are no empty seats in the Spring Theater
Spring Breeze Doll
The Spring Breeze is a little doll,
Running all the way and playing all the way.
It combs the willow's hair,
and makes the willow shy;
It washes its feet in the river,
and makes the river crash;
It comes to the orchard and climbs the branches,
and grabs the scent of the flowers and spreads it everywhere;
And finally, it slips into our house,
and turns the pages of the book and reads the fairy tale.
The sounds of spring
Little raindrops, rustling,
watering the seeds to sprout soon.
The little stream, crashing,
It wants to be a traveler.
The duckling, quack, quack,
The river is getting warm.
The little frog, quack, quack,
catch pests to protect the crops.
The birds are chirping,
Singing about the beauty of spring.
Fly a kite
In March, the wind blows in spring,
and a kite flies in the sky.
The white clouds and the grass are happy,
and they want to fly kites too.
The white clouds flew the sun,
and the grass flew the dragonfly.
Fly a kite without a string,
The doll is so happy to see it.
Swallows
Swallows, fly, fly,
Spilling down strings of laughter.
Like a shuttle that is not afraid to get tired,
weaving cloth back and forth ......
weaving grass green and green,
and then weaving flowers to decorate.
Who will you give it to?
For the earth to wear beautifully!
Blow the willow whistle
Little dolls, high in their ways,
pick a willow leaf and blow the willow whistle.
Blowing makes the grass listen,
Blowing makes the flowers open their eyes.
The spring breeze wants to learn, but it can't,
so angry that it shakes the willow branches.
Bamboo Shoots
Bamboo Shoots, with their pointed heads,
Sleep underground in winter.
Spring is here, so get up,
Take off your pajamas and put on a green coat.
Take off your pajamas and put on a green coat.