Today, the wind is blowing, and my heart wants to fly
The wind blows and the grass smiles
I want to call you to care
Riding a bicycle to pick flowers in the mountains
The wind blows on my shoulder
It's better to turn on the fan when the mountain is clear and the air is cool
Birds accompany you, me and my friends
Riding a bicycle to chase the wind
Ten bicycles against the mountain
Bicycles and bicycles encourage each other
Ten bicycles are not afraid of mountains
Weaving in the wind
The trees on the road are tender, like a paradise
The bicycle tire is light and fast, and the road is long
In and out of the woods
Crickets chirp and ride freely
The setting sun is floating on my face
The world is beautiful in flowers and plants
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