Spring, there is sunshine, green trees, grass
There are riders, yellow hair, less long salty set, ring fat swallow thin, group of sages to the end.
Less cars, good road, drunk oxygen, flying mood.
There are suspension bridges, green trees around them, green bamboo hugging, people melt in the scenery, the scenery is not intoxicating, everyone is drunk.
Bury the pot to make rice, the campfire is long, the fire dances, the feet do the work.
Big pot of rice, big axe, red and red, vigorous.
The smell of meat is fragrant and the smell is fresh.
Or squat or sit, or stand or lean, eat fast, not also fast!
The green trees are hidden, and the heart is also pleasant, asking the king what he means, laughing but not answering, there is a true meaning in this, and he wants to discern what he has forgotten.
One two three, hammer! Take a picture!
Eat and drink enough, ride a fat family, whirring, mighty.
Father and son squads, riding has a heritage.
We are on the main road and we are on the main road!