春天的家乡真的很美,山青水绿,鸟语花香。使人走在其中,恍然如梦,宛如世外桃源。春风引着我,一路唱着家乡的童谣。我知道一个地方的童谣,是远古文明的活化石,是这块土地上一代又一代人成长的精神摇篮。我生长在巴河这块土地上,我从娘肚里落下地,睁开眼睛看世界,耳边响起的就是祖先传下来的童谣。唱着这些童谣,我就对这块土地眼含热泪,充满深情。春风起了,春雨濛濛。春风细雨中,传来布谷鸟的叫声, Spring’s hometown is really beautiful, green mountains, birds of paradise. People walk in it, suddenly dreaming, like a paradise. Spring breeze lead me, all the way singing hometown nursery rhymes. I know that nursery rhymes in one place are the living fossils of ancient civilizations and the spiritual cradle for the growth of this land from generation to generation. I grew up in the land of the Ba River, I fell from the Niangluli, opened my eyes to see the world, the ears sounded the ancestral rhymes. Sing these nursery rhymes, I have tears on the land, full of affection. Spring breeze, spring rain Meng. Spring breeze, cuckoo came the call,