蓝天、白云、阵阵鸟歌啾啾;青山、绿水、缕缕风吟瑟瑟。竹露叩响晨曦,牧牛踏过夕阳,蛙声唱欢月夜。这就是我儿时的家。记忆中,宁静是她的基调,自然是她的风格。放牛时,我听到风儿在山林漫步。你听,她拂过竹梢头,竹林里沙沙沙,偶有一颗水珠轻轻落在我身上,倏地 Blue sky, white clouds, bursts of birds tweeted; Castle Peak, green water, strands of rustling. Bamboo dew knocking dawn, cowherd stepped on the sunset, frog singing love moonlight night. This is my childhood home. Memory, the quiet is her tone, of course, is her style. When I was cattle, I heard the wind walk in the woods. You listen, she brushed bamboo shoots, bamboo rustle, occasionally a drop of water on my body gently, scruffy