Author: Miss Zhang
In the field of hope
Rape flowers are golden.
The old cow returns at dusk.
Go back step by step.
Like a spoony boy.
Bees and butterflies are flying up and down.
Dance a golden waltz around it
One song after another
On the edge of the field, surrounded by rape flowers.
The little girl is flying a kite
As if I was running in my childhood.
The kite stood upside down and tried to fly upwards.
There are blue sky and white clouds
This is the most beautiful painting in the world.
It uses a yellow ribbon.
Reminds me of my childhood in the vegetable field.
Mom said, Xiao Lanmiao.
Will bloom all the surprises next spring.
It left the golden dream to me as a teenager.
It left excellent seeds.
Give it to flower of life's mother.
In spring, rape blossoms will come as scheduled.
This is for the rape blossoms in spring.
It will also give us some.
Smiles are written on our faces.
We swim in its ocean.
How much depressed and melancholy.
With the fragrance of rape flowers, floating into the distance.
Only the sound of children chasing and playing.
The air reverberated for a long time
About the author:
Miss Zhang, pen name: Ai Nong, works for State Grid Recreation Power Supply Company, likes reading and loves literature. His works are scattered in Gansu Electric Power Journal and WeChat official account, World Writers Garden. Women who advocate simple and free life like all beautiful things, like to exile their dreams with words, and yearn for nirvana with words.