梦将心儿寄托给山间的小溪,在与顽石相触时,荡起一串串银铃般的笑声。听,那是心儿的痕迹,是心儿嬉戏时不小心留下的脚印。心儿将梦放飞于彩云之巅的长虹之上,在微蓝的天空中绽放出五彩的斑斓。看,那是梦的痕迹,是梦与心儿相拥时的羞涩的红晕。当春二三月,轻风微微地吹拂着,山桃花展瓣吐蕊。小草偷偷地从土地里钻出来,嫩嫩的,绿绿的,风轻悄悄的,草软绵绵的。 The dream will be the heart entrusted to the mountain stream, in contact with the stone, a string of silver bell-like laughter. Listen, that’s the trace of heart and child, which is the footsteps that carelessly left when the heart and children play. Heart children will fly in the Dream of Rainbow on the top of Changhong, in the blue sky in the bloom of colorful gorgeous. Look, it is a trace of dreams, is a shy blush when the dream and heart child embrace. When the spring of February and March, the breeze blowing slightly, mountain peach sprout petal exhibition. Grass secretly drilled from the land, tender, green, the wind quiet, soft grass.