How good It is a spring Cross the winter of endless chill Come to you again before Small grass sprouts in roadside Flower to the top of one's bent open Our little atrium of the heart Was full of joy and happiness Tremble slightly Do not have a person to be able to be prevented Want the job that produce next This world Have warm and beautiful sun everywhere It is the miracle that life creates everywhere Author: Liao Zhongjiang, anhui looks at river person. Thunder of never forget where one's happiness comes from, Jing takes net name bank. |
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