1, Queqiaoxian
Text/Ren Woxing (Zhejiang)
Willow smoke is getting cage, wheat awn is getting old, spring goes and summer comes. The mountains are green, the water is green, and the birds are singing high.
Clouds flowing down, idle people winding paths. For Yang Sheng, it is very rare to enjoy the tree-lined trees, although he was sweating like a pig and left a sentimental sentence.
2. Xijiang Moon Breeze Bullet Crown
Text/sky is high and clouds are light.
Familiar fragrance and turbulent waves reap the crown of happiness. The expected yield of wheat field is higher than that of last year. The hearty laughter continued.
Mechanically combine slices and cut zero edges by hand. Carefully planned to grab time. It is a long-cherished wish to return the particles to the warehouse.
3, Xuan Ye Chun Fan "Xijiangyue ~ Mai Fengle"
When I mature in the field, I am happy to throw my hat into the air. Singing "Dongfanghong" with open arms is not stupid, foolish or dreaming.
Dragon Boat Festival steamed bread has white flour, which is good for parents and bad for parents. The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the golden ears are fragrant. I dare not borrow the hall to eat big cages.
4. Youth tours watch Lang Mai write songs.
Yanting mountains and rivers are full of waves, and girls sing with the waves. Cui Mo Ling Bo, Yanzhu Lvluo, Yingying Qing chat violet.
Liu Xin is arrogant and enchanting, singing coquettish language, remembering cauldron, and the years are wasted. Why is Maihe lame? Now sing a new song!
5. Operator
The eyebrows in the distant mountains are long, and the ripe wheat is golden. The fairy in red wears a flying hat, and the harvest dance is even crazier.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the screen is healthy. Every grain is hard and fragrant, and the town is full of harmony.
6. Yue Feng, the champion of the seven wonders.
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When the wheat is ripe, the golden wave helps the wind, the harvest is red, and the women play with the crown.
Half a year's hard work pays off, and the sweetness of the four seasons pays off.
7. Miscanthus
When the wind blows the wheat wave, it dances in a festive and prosperous year.
The straw hat in his hand fluttered with the wind and sent a message to Hou Ji.
8. Wu Muyun
The village is surrounded by green cages, and the fertile fields are full of rice and wheat.
Whose housewife is on the ridge? Happy to throw a straw hat into the air.
9. The girl playing with balloons in the wheat field (doggerel)
Text/Zhou Changchun
I like to watch the waves of wheat bran yellow, and girls have long balls.
Looking for hope across Qian Shan, holding hands in front of our eyes, drifting away.
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In May, the wheat ridges in the south of the Yangtze River are yellow, and the plum rains stay in Boland for brewing.
The grass is deep and insects are singing, summer is near, and Du Yu in the distant mountains is busy with farming.
When the wind comes, the golden lang will fly in the sky, and the red straw hat will fly.
When wheat is cut and new rice is planted in the whole field, the grain will be harvested at the age of one and two, Man Cang.