我们的歌我想用温暖的文字记下那些感动。看见过青山坡下平原宽广,它肥沃而芬芳,有依依垂扬随风飘荡,在享受着春之光。我们在清泉水旁傍着绿苔,在山谷歌唱。清凉的井水微波,虚弱的泉水低唱,那里就是我的家乡,我最亲爱的故乡。昨日,一路放歌追逐流浪;今日,挥洒汗水浇灌希望;明日,风景依旧只是流年不再。明天你是否会想起这独特的风景时光?是否 I want to write down the songs with warm words that touched us. Qingyuan saw a broad plains under the slope, it is fertile and fragrant, Yiyi hangs the wind drift in the enjoyment of the spring light. We are near the clear spring water green moss, singing in the valley. Cool well water microwave, weak spring singing, there is my hometown, my dearest hometown. Yesterday, singing all the way to chase stray; Today, sweat irrigation hope; Tomorrow, the scenery is still just fleeting no longer. Will you remember this unique landscape tomorrow?