I walked into the mountains.
The running water gurgles.
A hint of coolness at the fingertips,
A breeze blew through my hair.
The mountains are green,
Lush;
The water is green,
Pale
On a wooden bridge made of stone and wood,
Trembling shadows rippled in the river.
A cabin,
Independent coast.
An old man,
Grazing cattle and sheep leisurely on the mountainside,
The song echoed in the air.
The mountain is reflected in the water,
Affectionate, silent;
Water soaks into the green hills,
Soft and lingering.
A bunch of bamboo is between mountains and rivers.
Who is waiting for silently?
Wind and water,
There was a sudden shower.
Shan Lan is full of clouds,
Jia Jian is dignified with dew.
Rain feet on the water,
There are ripples.
Ah,
Cattle and sheep don't care,
Still looking for food.
The old shepherd put on his hat,
Put on hemp fiber.
I'm defenseless,
Hiding in the poplar forest,
Get wet!
After the rain, the sunshine is full of passion.
The soft wind dried my thin clothes.
There is a green apricot beside the mountain road.
Sese bowed his head;
The leaves of jujube trees are shining,
Jujube flowers and bees are whispering.
where am I going?
The sunset has sunk into the river,
The top of the mountain is painted with rouge.
My steps,
Step on the rhythm of return.
Wave your hand,
The scenery is hazy.
The scenery behind you,
Disappear into the night