Miss chun.-miss chun. I know! I know! She comes from the south and came here a few days ago. The swallow told me the good news. Have any of you seen her? What does she look like? I know! I know! She is a little girl, prettier than me, with watery eyes and long braids! She was barefoot and her trouser legs were arm in arm on her knees. On her arm, hung a striking wicker basket. She crossed the river and walked slowly on the beach. She lowered her head and sang softly. It sounds as if the river is flowing ... anyone will be happy to see her. Anyone who hears her sing will be happy. In her big willow basket, there are many things-safflower, green grass and golden seeds. She hung flowers on the tree and spread the grass on the ground. Sowing in the field makes them grow green seedlings. She walked on the ridge, cows looked up, calves jumped, lambs bleated ... When she came to the village, every household was very happy, and orchards opened their doors to welcome her. Those pools are polished; When Miss Chun walked by, she looked in the mirror. All kinds of birds sing all kinds of songs, and each bird says, "My heart is really happy!" " "All kinds of birds are singing all kinds of songs, and each bird says," My heart is really happy! ""Only those ducks can't fly or sing. They just stood, flapping their wings and laughing ... They said, "Miss Chun, we have been waiting for you for a long time! I hope you came! We can't sing, hahaha ... "The grass in the suburbs. You are life, you are peace, and you are perseverance. No matter how others burn you and chop you, you are green. You are not afraid of danger, cold, storm and self-sacrifice You can fly to the Antarctic tundra, and you can climb the roof of the world. You like cattle and sheep trampling on you, you like children rolling on you, you like workers and farmers sitting and talking, and you like young couples singing love. You are life, and you nurture life. You can change endlessly and become the crystallization of life. You are peace, you also cultivate peace, you make the earth green and soften the song of life. Grass in the suburbs, your ideal model! You are a poem, you are a music, you are a beautiful work, the flowing spring of the earth will always be song for you, and the brilliance of the sun will always be warm for you. Dawn notice. Although I was sleepy last night, I was still troubled by countless nightmares. Your fresh, gentle, clear light shines on my window that has not been opened for a long time. The window paper is painted pale yellow like pollen and embedded in a light blue neat grid. My heart is full of gratitude. I get out of bed, open the window door that has been closed for a winter, and let you spread a bright tablecloth made of all gold on my table by the window. So, I was surprised to see you: so real, no doubt, you stood on the opposite top of the mountain, and you smiled so clearly. I try to open my eyes to see you, eager to capture your image, how intense, how trance, how solemn! Your light stung my pupils. Sun, your immortal philosopher, you have brought happiness to the world. Even if you are the most unfortunate person, you can see your inner comfort. You are the forger of time and the gilder of a better life; You cast the days into countless golden wheels and fly in the ancient wasteland ... Without you, the sun, all life would crawl in the dark, and even with wings, it could only fly in the eternal night like a bat. I love you as people love their mothers. You feed my thoughts and thoughts with light and heat-let me live passionately and suffer for my ideals until my life is taken away by death. After a long and lonely winter, today, I want to go to the top of the mountain, dissolve my clothes, and bathe my soul in your glory ... say that what they are waiting for has come, I have come through the dew, I have come through the last star, I have come from the east, I have come from the rough sea, and I want to bring light to the world and warmth to mankind. Please bring my news to those eyes. The messenger of light opens all the windows and welcomes all the doors. Please honk your horn to welcome you. Please blow the horn and welcome the cleaners to clean the streets. Please drive the truck to transport the garbage. Let the workers stride in the street. Line up the cars across the square. Please wake up these villages from the wet fog. Please open their fence to welcome me. Ask the farmers to take the cows out of the cowshed and borrow your enthusiasm. Tell them I'm from the other side of the mountain, from the other side of the forest, and let them clean up those threshing floors and those forever dirty patios. Please open the window covered with colored paper. Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets. Please wake up the careful woman and the snoring man. Please invite young lovers to get up with those sleepy girls. Please wake up the sleepy mother and the baby beside him. Please wake up everyone, even sick pregnant women and even elderly people. People in bed, even those who were injured in the just war and those who were displaced by the collapse of their hometown, please wake up all the unfortunate people, and I will comfort them together. Please wake up all those who love life, workers, technicians and painters invite songs to welcome guests, dancers dance to welcome guests and wear their white mist dressing gowns, and those healthy and beautiful people wake up and say that I will knock on their windows and invite poets who are loyal to time to bring comfort to mankind. When the rooster crows for the last time, please get everyone ready to meet me. Ask them to gaze at the horizon with pious eyes. I will give the kindest light to all who expect me. Please tell them that tonight will be over. The song "Seven Sons of Spring Dawn" is a very good one, which can be read by three people, two men and one woman (of course, six men and one woman are better). The effect is particularly good, and there is enough time for Macao (one person can watch it or three people can watch it). You know Ma Gang. I've been away from your baby for too long, mom! But what they took away was my body, and you still kept my inner soul. I've dreamed of my biological mother for 300 years! Please call your son by his birth name and call me "Macau"! Mom! I want to come back, mom! Hong Kong (male) I am like Huang Bao who keeps vigil in front of the Phoenix Pavilion. Mom, although I am very young, my position is very dangerous. Now the fierce sea lion pounces on me, spits my flesh and eats my fat; Mom, I cried and howled, but I shouldn't have called you. Mom, let me hide in your arms! Mom! I want to come back, mom! Taiwan Province Province (another male voice) We are a string of pearls in the East China Sea, Ryukyu is my group brother, and I am Taiwan Province Province. I still have the heroic spirit of Zheng in my chest, and my loyal red blood has touched my family. Mom, the cool summer is killing me; Give me an order and I can still attack the city. Mom! I want to come back, mom! Ahava (male) once again asked me to guard the oldest sea in China, where there are primitive sage hills. Mom, don't forget that I am an expert in preventing the sea. I have a Liu Gongdao as my shield. Come back, it's time. The remains of saints are buried behind me! Mom! I want to come back, mom! Guangzhou Bay (male) East China Sea and Hungary are my double keys, and I am the iron lock at the back door of China. Why did you lend me to a thief? Mom, you should never abandon me! Mom, let me come back to you quickly. I want to hold your ankle tightly. Mom! I want to come back, mom! Kowloon (male) My brother Hong Kong is complaining about his pain. Mom, do you still remember your Kowloon? I haven't shed a tear since I married the demon king of Zhenhai! Mother, I count the auspicious days of mothering every day, and I am afraid that my hope will become an empty dream. Mom! I want to come back, mom! Dalian Lushun (two men) We are the twin brothers of Dalian Lushun. How should our destinies be compared? Two strong neighbors kicked me back and forth, and we were two pieces of mud at the foot of the mob. Mom, it's time to go back. Bring us back quickly. You have no idea how much our children miss you! Mom! We'll be back, mom! My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland. I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. My black eyes reveal a humble smile. I love my motherland deeply. My strong character is tall and straight. I love my motherland deeply. My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history and raised a great nation. I am proud of your long history. Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back. I am proud of your strength, and I have spent years at home and abroad. I am proud of your light, the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny, I am proud of your spirit, and the reform and opening up are magnificent. Lovely motherland, wherever I go, I will hold your arm, and wherever I live, you will warm my heart. Lovely motherland, you hold the rudder of the new century, and you have created miracles that shocked the world with speed and strength. You have achieved another more brilliant development with diligence and wisdom! Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality! The color of the wind The wind in spring is green, which makes people smile. The wind in summer is blue, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The autumn wind is golden, which makes the orchard fragrant everywhere and makes people smile. The wind in winter is white, which makes the earth white and makes people smile.