Sparse clouds gradually I jump out of the moon round window Skip piece Beautiful and quiet water Returned to the village Wall in the fresh soil Began to grow grass Every door doors Are new Are as clean as the Pagoda Flower Window paper silent Like a blank envelope Do not believe me Do not trust others To not wake up the Acacia Flower Ring _insert_ed in pairs in the door Let all the story begins Fang Xin, and is full of surprises Morning approached Quickly climbed to I take off my hat Habits off the outer sheath Into a Pale green cicada Yes, I will make a Old cock Pale feathers hanging All the little girls to get up early Will be into the fields To adopt left spring Red Cherry And smile