又是一年草如碧丝,迎春花悄悄绽放的烂漫时节。万物生长的春天啊,小溪流淌,却带不回奶奶的美丽花环:鸟儿欢唱,也唤不回我梦中的花环……奶奶很爱干净,头发梳得整整齐齐,用一个黑发卡拢到脑后。她的 Another year grass, such as Bisi, Spring Festival quietly blooming bloom season. The spring of all things, ah, creek flowing, but with no return to the beautiful wreath of grandmother: birds singing, also call back the garland of my dreams ... Grandma loves clean, hair combed neatly, with a black Hairpin to the back of the head. her