Gold (yellow)
Who owns the gold warehouse?
Dye the earth gold.
People have endless reverie.
Warm spring in March
I returned to my hometown.
Walking on the Panjiang River
Rape flowers are everywhere.
The whole southwest region.
All over Panjiang.
I have traveled all over my hometown.
Nanshan mountain range
Navadi
The ground is golden.
Southwest rape blossoms.
Arouse people's hearts
Ignite the villagers' hopes for a bumper harvest
Look at this dancing butterfly.
In twos and threes
Flying in the golden world
Look at that hardworking bee.
I am busy collecting honey from the stamens.
Look at that couple.
Wearing that colorful skirt.
Use that camera
In the rape field with cauliflower.
Take a picture.
Leave a faint fragrance.
Who planted this garden full of rape flowers?
Who spilled the gold of this land?
They are relatives of my hometown.
It is they who use sweat and hard work
Planting on the land in my hometown.
Last winter
I went back to my hometown.
Before dawn.
The villagers are in the moonlight.
In that dark land
Work hard and hurry up.
They can't care about the crying of their children at home.
I can't care about the food on the stove
Keep shouting hard cows.
sow seeds
Plant this golden yellow
Sow the hope of a bumper harvest
Look at the intoxicating golden color of this place.
My mind has been hard to leave my hometown for a long time.
Warm spring in March
I returned to my hometown.
Walking on the Panjiang River
Look at that rape flower.
Golden land
Cover the earth, cover the sky-appear in large numbers
Yellow the whole southwest
Yellowed the whole Panjiang River.
I want to be a butterfly.
Dancing in the fragrance of rape flowers everywhere.
I wish I were a bee.
Pick stamens
Brew mellow honey for people.
I was intoxicated by the fragrance of rape flowers.
I am infatuated with my hometown Panjiang.
I put my soul into my hometown.
With the villagers
Share the harvest
Bees are in a hurry.
When rape blossoms are in full bloom.
When rape blossoms are in full bloom.
Bees are in a hurry.
The wind blows my long thoughts.
My golden color
When rape blossoms are in full bloom.
Butterflies are flying
Clouds touch my cold heart.
My effortless talent
When rape blossoms are in full bloom.
I wander alone
The storm blocked my feelings.
My heart room
When love turns into sadness.
Falling to the ground is doomed to burning sadness. ...
Flying in rape flowers
A sunny afternoon
Release yourself in the sea of rape flowers.
Breathing the thick and faint taste of precipitation in memory.
I have never forgotten that it is as sunny as your smile.
The cool wind passed through my arms, leaving beautiful memories.
A piece of golden carpet covered my dreams.
It's like stepping into a bright temple road.
Run past with a smile like a child.
Just breathe with your breath.
I am covered with small yellow flowers.
The boundless green sky rotates with it.
Like snowflakes fluttering gently with waltz music.
I wrap every flower with the whitest cloud in the sky.
Record each fragrance with colored lines on the wings of butterflies.
I just don't want to miss this feeling of happiness.
A person stands in the middle of the sea of rape flowers.
Waiting for the breeze to cut again and again
Blow my snow-white corner with yellowish pollen.
Melt your heart in this golden ocean.
Every inch, as long as it is where you are, must be warm love.
Even if a person looks at it from a distance
Rapeseed fields will always bloom with our original romantic and firm dreams.
Breathe happiness between courses.
Forever young
A sunny afternoon
I passed a rape field.
Bright in color and fragrant in taste.
I lay on it and took a nap.
When I woke up, it was already dusk.
Fall in love at dusk
When I left,
The mood stays in the rape flower.
Bright in color and fragrant in taste.
Smell the flowers again
Fold a gardenia
Pay tribute to the dead love
Let the flowers fall in your youth and mine.
Things have come to an end
I am at the end of the world.
You are at the cape.
Miss turned into fragrance.
Drift to your dreams
When I wake up, the gardenia blossoms.
Fold a gardenia
Worship dead love
Let the flowers float to every corner of the memory.
The dust floated up.
I'm at the Cape.
Where are you?
Smell a faint fragrance in a trance.
Hu Axiang love.
Here it comes.
Here it comes.
Erase from
The last breath of silence.
Here it comes.
A striking swing
Green has green agility.
Here it comes.
Stinging fluctuation
Night has a night soul.
Here it comes.
Luxury car Chen Xing
Meteors have a magical beauty.
Here it comes.
I have to go now./I'm leaving now.
Saccharified, people left.
sugar
in time
It melts a little.
Leaving only
Empty candy paper
Irregular marks on white paper
If there is something sweet in the air.
/
Put them in the same space.
But it is no longer a complete sugar.
have no alternative but to
A little bit, a little bit
complete obiteration
Just like my love.
have no alternative but to
When the sugar melts,
Grow old slowly.
Lost a little color.
Until gray.
Until it is gradually forgotten by dust.
Until it is completely forgotten by people.
Only I remember.
/
It seems that only I remember.
Those melted sugars
Once you taste it
A little astringent
A little sour
A little sweet.
That's from memory.
The taste of youth
That's from memory.
The taste of first love
/
no
That's just the smell of sugar.