我是一个新疆的孩子,不用谁承认,新疆白杨早看见了。我稚嫩的忧伤的泪滴,我纯真的欢乐的微笑,我甜蜜而不安的收获,还有我期待某种憧憬某些追求的日子,或者我沉默的眼睛,我的一部分坚信、一部分质疑、一部分思想……新疆白杨都在一旁看在了眼里。我无限感动,我看到了新疆白杨那 I am a Xinjiang child, who do not need to admit, Xinjiang poplar saw early. My immature sad tears, my innocent happy smile, my sweet and restless harvest, and I look forward to some longing for some of the pursuit of the day, or my silent eyes, part of my conviction, part of the question, part of Thought ... Xinjiang poplars are on the sidelines in the eyes. I am infinitely touched, I saw Xinjiang poplar that