多彩的雪花 ,凝刻着大地的缩影 ,飘逸的 ,自由的 ,推开了千年的门 ,抖落满身的晶莹 ,呈给你天的蓝 ,树的翠 ,山的黛 ,一棵小草 ,一朵小花 ,一点绿意 ,一个春天的新世纪。雪花成了春天 ,我们成了新世纪 ,要对新世纪吟诗 ,只有新世纪才配那滚烫滚烫的胸膛 ,要倾听着历史的呼唤 ,? Colorful snowflakes, condensing the epitome of the earth, elegant, free, opened the door for thousands of years, shake off the glittering, presented to you the sky blue, the tree of Cui, Shan Dai, a grass , A flower, a little green, a new century of spring. Snow has become a spring, we have become the new century, poetry to the new century, only the new century with that hot hot chest, to listen to the call of history?