Birds are twittering.

Flowers bloom and swallows fly back.

Rabbit, moved to a new home.

The wind is dancing, vilen.

Malanhua is not afraid of sandstorms.

There are colorful clouds in the sky.

There is a Malan flower in my heart, which is in bloom.

The river is swift.

Flowers bloom, flowers bloom.

The little fish swam over.

The plug is full of Malania.

The wind is dancing, vilen.

Malanhua is not afraid of sandstorms.

There are colorful clouds in the sky.

There is a Malan flower in my heart dancing in the Yuan night.

Malanhua is not afraid of sandstorms.

There are colorful clouds in the sky.

There is a Malan flower in my heart, and the swallow flies back.

The plug is full of Malania.

Flowers bloom, flowers bloom.

The river is swift.

Flowers are blooming.

The little fish swam over.

There is a Malan flower in my heart

There is a magnolia in my heart. I have a beautiful wish to plant a tree in the sun when I grow up. This will be enough to produce many suns, one for the South Pole, one for the Arctic Ocean, one for winter and one for night. La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Fantasies over and over again are also on the beach at dusk. There are two and a half footprints. That's my grandmother holding my hand gently towards the afterglow on crutches. The footprints in the blue Penghu Bay are a series of laughter, which killed a lot of time until the night engulfed us. On the way home, Penghu Bay, Penghu Bay and Grandma's Penghu Bay have many childhood fantasies, sunshine, beaches, waves and fresh people's hands. There is also an old captain whose evening breeze is blowing gently in Penghu Bay, and there are no coconuts on the beach. Just a sea blue sitting on the low wall in front of the door, fantasizing about the beach at dusk over and over again. Penghu Bay, Penghu Bay and Grandma's Penghu Bay all have footprints. There are many childhood fantasies, sunshine, beaches, waves, and few people's hands. There is also an old captain and an old captain