Look, there is a group of birds on the telegraph poles, the bird became the staff at wire shelves, and chorus together, like sing a song of praise spring song, as if nature is smiling to listen.

Then I looked out the window, I saw the mountains in the peach blossom and rape are opened, like in a different world in my heart, sing songs, I can see a bird in the sky like a welcome our arrival.

It's just as I overhear a bird chirp in its dream and then I would like to sing for her silently all my life.