小燕子,飞在春天里。飞暖了阳光,飞暖了春风,飞暖了小溪流淙淙的琴声。逗得柳条、鲜花、小草都张开翅膀,也想飞翔。小燕子,飞在春天里。像一把剪刀,“咔嚓咔嚓,”剪碎了彩霞,剪碎了波光,剪碎了小蜜蜂嗡嗡的吟唱。哎呀呀,剪断了娃娃的风筝线……看呆了,竹林里“啪啪”直蹿的笋芽 Swallow, fly in spring. The warmth of the warmth of the flying warm spring breeze, warm fleeting melodious sound of the piano. Amused wicker, flowers, grass are open wings, but also want to fly. Swallow, fly in spring. Like a pair of scissors, “Kacha Kacha,” cut the pink clouds, cut the waves, cut the bees buzzing singing. Oops, cut off the doll’s kite line ... Staring out, the bamboo forest, “pops” Straight shoots of bamboo buds