青青的山坡上,报春花正次第开放。查玛采撷枯草中的报春花,身子一起一伏。她偶尔左右看看,阳光照在她长长的睫毛上,闪闪发光。我喜欢她却不敢接近,远远地望着她。那头牛犊却形影不离地跟着她。它去年冬天刚刚出生,查玛用心呵护,它长大后便形影不离地跟着她了。我若是那头牛犊多好,能够得到她轻轻地抚摩……查玛一定不怎么喜欢我。谁会喜欢衣衫褴 Green hillside, primrose is the first open. Charmaine pick grass in primrose, body with a volt. She occasionally looked around and the sun shone on her long eyelashes, glittering. I do not like to approach her, far from looking at her. The calf followed her inseparably. It was born last winter, and Charmaine Caret took care of her. As she grew up, she followed her closely. If I had a good calf, I could get her gently stroke ... ... Chama must not like me very much. Who will like ragged clothes