It is a pleasure for us to live together in the same village.
Her beloved pair of lambs often graze in the shade of my garden.
If they break into my wheat field, I will hold them in my arms.
Our village is called Kangjiana and people call our river Anzana River.
My name is a household name in the village. Her name is Lanjiana.
There is only a wheat field between us.
Bees nesting in my grove often fly to them to collect honey.
The fallen flowers falling from the steps of their ferry arrived at the stream where we bathed.
Baskets of dried red flowers were sent from their fields to our market.
-Our village is called Kangjiana, and people call us River Anzana.
My name is a household name in the village. Her name is Lanjiana.
Arriving at her winding path, the mango flowers in spring are overflowing.
When their flax seeds were ripe and harvested, the hemp in our field was in full bloom.
The smiling stars in front of their hut also give us flashing light.
The rainwater overflowing from the pond is also my Jiaxuan forest, and our village is willing to pay Kang Jiana.
People call our river Anzana River.
My name is a household name in the village. Her name is Lanjiana.
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Yellow birds are singing in their trees, which makes my heart dance.
Happily
We all live in the same village, which is a great pleasure for us.
A pair of her pet lambs came to graze in the shade of our garden.
Trees.
If they stray into our wheat fields, I will hold them in my arms.
The name of our village is Hanjanua, and they call it our Anjianua.
Rivers.
Everyone in the village knows my name. Her name is Anyanu.
There is only one field between us.
Bees that nest in our Woods will go to their Woods to look for honey.
Flowers from the landing floated to the river.
The stream where we bathe.
Baskets of dried flowers were transported from their fields to our farm.
Market.
The name of our village is Hanjanua, and they call it our Anjianua.
Rivers.
Everyone in the village knows my name. Her name is Anyanu.
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It is my fragrant spring to meander to their alley.
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Mango flower.
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When their flax seeds are ripe for harvesting, our hemp is in bloom.
Field.
The smiling stars in their hut gave us the same flash.
Look at that.
The rain that flooded their water tanks made our Kadam forest happy.
The name of our village is Hanjanua, and they call it our Anjianua.
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Rivers.
Everyone in the village knows my name. Her name is Anianua. ~ ' ~ & lt
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You are walking on a path by the river with a full pitcher hanging around your waist.
Why are you in such a hurry to come back? Peeking at my face through the fluttering veil?
This comes from a dark glance, like a breeze blowing over the water, rippling,
Trembling towards the gloomy coast.
It flew towards me, like a bird in the evening, rushing through a room without lights and through a door.
The window flew to another window and disappeared into the darkness.
You are like a star hidden behind a mountain, and I am just a pedestrian on the road.
But why did you stay there for a while and peep at my face through your veil?
When you have a pot of water hanging around your waist, walk on the path by the river.
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You are walking along the path by the river with a full pitcher.
Your hips.
Why did you quickly turn around and peek at me?
Your fluttering veil?
Shining from the darkness, looking at me like a
The breeze blew over the rippling water, sending out shivers.
Sweep to the gloomy coast.
It came to me like a bird flying in a hurry at night.
Go through! From one open window to another.
Others, disappeared into the night.
You are like a star hiding behind the mountains, and I am a star.
Passers-by on the road.
But why did you stop to look at my face?
Through your veil, when you walk along the path by the river
A full pitcher is on your hip.