Spring breeze blows, flowers laugh,

Arbor Day is here.

Plant trees, water them,

Dad smiled at me,

Wait until next year,

Who made the young trees grow tall!

Shu xiaoshu

Children, count the young trees.

Count, but you can't count.

One tree, two trees and three trees.

Forget it, don't give up.

Stick to it, and you will find that.

How many trees do the children have?

The careless leakage of a small tree

Small trees have become countless again.