In late spring and March, the grass grows and the warblers fly, the peanut trees are mixed and the warblers fly around.
Indulge in the depths of fragrance.
Birds are singing, insects are whispering, chickens are singing on mulberry trees and frogs are screaming.
Immersed in a symphony.
"Wheat wave-
The table in heaven is on the field. "
The poet's painful soul, like a wheat awn, extends to the distant sky.
Night, the night when you can't see your fingers,
If the baby comes back to its mother,
Simple and warm, unparalleled.
"Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply. "
I want to travel all over this sacred land,
Rediscover its beauty.
Dahushan Tea Garden, with a concerned look,
Unknown caves, sad stories that make you worry,
Moon Bay scattered a string of laughter and laughter produced by a large group of people.
"A Chicken Beyond the Cloud" on the Mount Antang,
Sophora japonica blooms everywhere like heaven,
Keywords Yantouwu, Changtangwan, Mahuchong,
We watched open-air movies together in those years,
On the road, kicking pebbles and hitting Shui Piao,
We sing in the fields of hope.
Mulberry, loquat, orange in summer,
Good childhood memories,
Always ups and downs.
When the noise died down,
I see, the legendary crane,
Soaring in the sky of my hometown,
Perched in the green fields,
Isn't it a pleasure to have a crane back?
I've been all over Qian Shan looking for you,
So there you are.