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妈妈,你瞧!一只小鸟飞得多高。飞上蓝天,飞进白云,暖暖的太阳把它拥抱。它在唱,它在笑,身上长出了嫩嫩的羽毛。
Mother, look! A bird flies high. Fly into the sky, fly into the clouds, the warm sun hug it. It is singing, it is laughing, who grew tender tender feathers.