I walked slowly in the field, and the wheat on the ridge was dense.
Key words: Peng (péng): green grass.
Yan Feng Eating is a poem in The Book of Songs, the first collection of poems in ancient China. It is the work of Mrs. Xu Mu in the Spring and Autumn Period.
This poem shows profound patriotism, strong ideology and artistry in strong contradictions and conflicts.
Original text:
Get on the light rail and go back to mourn. The whip drove the road far, not long enough to reach Cao. Guo Xu, doctor, trekking, stopping my journey, worries me.
I can't agree with me. I can't go back to my place. I'm harder to abandon than your heart.
I can't cross the river and go back to my hometown without my consent. I prefer the present situation to your bad heart.
Climb up the mountain and collect Fritillaria to cure depression. Women's hearts are soft and nostalgic, and everyone has a reason to have a clue. And people all over the country are accusing me. They are very arrogant and stupid.
I walked slowly in the field, and the wheat was kept secret. Who can rely on to help report to big countries? Guo Xu, gentlemen, don't blame me. You think hundreds of times, I'll run by myself.
Translation:
Get up and run, and go back to mourn Hou Wei. I traveled a long way with a whip, and soon I came to a grass. Dr Guo Xu's long journey to stop my trip worried me.
If you refuse to agree with me, how can you go back to the promised land? Compared with your bad heart, I miss this country very much and can't give up. I can't cross the river and go back to my hometown without my consent. Compared with your bad heart, I like living in China.
Climb to the mountain and collect Fritillaria to treat depression. Women are soft-hearted and nostalgic for the past, each with its own reasons and clues. Many people blame me, really arrogant and naive.
I walked slowly in the field, and the wheat on the ridge was dense. If you want to go to a big country to complain, who can you rely on to help? Dr. Xu and gentlemen, don't hold a grudge against me. You've thought about it a hundred times. Why don't I run my own business?