I am waiting for you in the early spring wind/with orange wildflowers in my bun/even at the ends of the earth/you will see this dazzling persistence/the wind blowing/the fragrance of wildflowers in my dream holding you/the people in my dream/when the soft moonlight gently pours down on your bedside/do you know/is that the feeling of my coming quietly?
I'm waiting for you in the midsummer rain/with a familiar pink umbrella in my hand/even though Qianshan is separated by water/you will hear trembling sadness/wind chimes ringing/that's my bitter call/ringing/floating through one figure after another/but familiar figures/that can give me a clear sky/never appear/don't you really know/that the rain that jumped into your eyes/is me.
I am waiting for you in the late autumn frost/with your faded promise in my mouth/Shan Ye/rich golden color/reflecting my haggard mercilessly/if I am in the afterglow of sunset/my waiting withers/it will only wither into a red leaf of Xiangshan/draw a beautiful arc in the vast sky/turn my deep affection into a cup of fragrant mud/wait for your near-life excavation and pity!
I'm waiting for you in the snow in the middle of winter/I'm wearing white piety/The world in my heart is so spotless/Frozen story/Loneliness as always/Snow Lotus in bud on Tianshan Mountain/Acacia precipitated by me/Waiting for your distant gathering silently/How many times I imagined/When you appeared in front of me with sunshine/How I burst into tears. ...
When you/I have stood in the still scenery/the sun, the moon and the stars are chasing and playing on my head/the wind, thunder, rain and snow are laughing and cursing in my ear/the flowers and trees are snuggling at my feet/and I/am still waiting for your arrival with an eternal attitude! ! ! ……
spring
Who is it, opening the new first page of the calendar, the swallow flying in the rain? Is the cuckoo spreading its wings in the clouds? Or, firecrackers in the farewell sound? Who planted the first hope on the dry Yuan Ye and the hard-working cattle on the yellow land? Is it father's weathered white hair on his forehead? In other words, the wrinkles on the mother's face were refuted by the rings. I only saw a wisp of drizzle and wind flying by, and in this way, your pretty cheeks were blown pink by apricot flowers and red by peach blossoms. In this way, you awakened the dream of sleeping for thousands of years and began to set foot on a new footprint.
summer
Before I could put on a dress for you, the sun scorched your heart, bearing the entrustment of spring, and you carefully guarded your first promise. In the afternoon, the dark clouds swam across the clear sky, and then shed a touching tear, washing away the tired dust on the farmers' shoulders. At this time, the newly withered shoots of the branches have given birth to new life. In the chirp of crickets, the figure was slowly elongated, elongated ... People in the crops waved sickles and hoes gnawed by years, and wrote some distant hopes with the poet's pen.
autumn
Sending away the last ray of hot sunshine in summer, you hold the hand of the seed and help you through the two seasons all the way. Just for the golden fruits hanging on the branches everywhere and the simple smiling faces of farmers in the fields. I can clearly see that their eyes are full of tears of joy. Finally, the ears of wheat in the rice field quietly climbed to the top of the former seedlings, bending the leaves; Also bend the reaper's back pressure and bend the shoulder pole. You comforted the sweat of farmers who have traveled for a long time with a bumper harvest. Swallows flying in the south, whose leaves have fallen back to their roots, were sent away from the treetops by you, spitting out a trace of white fog affectionately, covering up the footprints at home, leaving only blue sky and long memories.
winter
Who ended the 360 days of last season, the snow falling on the top of the mountain? Is it a cold current blowing on the roof? Or, the thick cotton-padded jacket on the villagers. Who is it, quietly sweeping away the colorful prosperity of the past, or a bug sleeping secretly in the ground? Is it the lazy dying sun? Or, a light tree that has been busy all his life? I can no longer see the apricot flowers dancing in the setting sun, and I can't hear the drizzle that moistens the girl's heart in the small building. Looking back suddenly, you have fulfilled your last promise, grabbed an endless handful of white snow, sprinkled it all over the earth, and continued to lead the songs that are not old.
In the biting cold wind, wait, wait …
Waiting for the next spring.
I am looking for you in the wind of early spring/even if you are far away at sea, you can feel my dazzling persistence/the faint fragrance of flowers dancing with the wind/with my affectionate cry/when a flower falls in front of you/please bow your head/you know/that is the guiding sign of my soul/I will follow it!
I followed the midsummer rain to find you/Even though there are thousands of waters in Qian Shan/You can still touch my deep concern/Like the summer rain/If a drop of rain falls on your cheek/Please call my name/You know/That's the last tear I shed for you/I will follow it!
I look at you along the frost in late autumn/I look forward to being with you before your promise fades/If you look at it at dusk/There is a touch of afterglow of the sunset shining on you/It makes you feel very hot/Please open your eyes/You know/That's the last ray of light from my eyes looking for you/I will fly with the light of your eyes!
I want to hug you in the winter snow/when you pray for me in white piety/the world of soul is covered with thick snow/waiting for your warmth to melt/I will pick the budding Saussurea involucrata on the Tianshan Mountains/tie it at your beginning/then step on the winter snow with your hand/follow the autumn frost/follow the summer rain/walk towards the spring breeze/cross all the year round/follow my dripping footprints/take you back!
It's too fast downstairs, haha