清晨的曦光轻轻地洒在你的肩上,你刚刚踩过的泥土似乎还残留着朝露的芬芳。微风徐徐扫过你的裙摆,你就这样满心欢喜地向我走来,带着笑容,柔情满怀。山涧里的泉水叮咚流淌,一如儿时一般不曾变过,那般清澈,那般活泼。你调皮地捧起一汪清泉,肆意地向前泼洒着,宛若夏花在你指尖绚烂地盛开着。 Early morning light gently sprinkled on your shoulders, the soil you just stepped on seems to still be dew fragrant. Breeze slowly swept your skirt, you are so happy to come to me, with a smile, full of tenderness. Spring drenched streams in the mountains, as children generally have not changed, so clear, so lively. You playfully lifted a Wang Qingquan, wantonly spilled forward, just like summer flowers gorgeous in full bloom at your fingertips.