Autumn insects chirp
Those faint voices
Like the idea of stop-and-go
Deep in Datian
September's thoughts are pale yellow.
Moved to tears along the way.
Get out of your veins.
Light green fireworks in spring
Autumn is full of infatuation.
This sorghum is red and this melon is mika.
This 3000 mu of corn field
The song of autumn wind swaying day and night
At the autumnal equinox. The sunny earth
The earth is intoxicated with dreams.
The happy farmers clung to the grain.
Hold fast to the hometown of eternal love. ...
September
Autumn wind is happy.
The freedom of chasing makes the earth green and ups and downs.
Birds fly over the sea of blue tulle.
The corn cob swelled like a conch about to blow.
Every grain truly remembers the elutriation of the wind and rain in September.
Straw is as strong as a mast, pointing to the harvest coast.
It's not just the footprints left by the wind that rush by.
Not only the green sea laughs day and night.
Before the autumn harvest, the village had painted the dream golden.
Farmers plant gold everywhere and get rich in September.
Hide all the bitterness and feelings for a year. ...
At the autumnal equinox, the sun began to sparse, and I saw it.
Several geese took off from the resting willow tips.
Leave the north, the blue sky
Specially extended the range for them
Mud is a book with a plow turning gently.
Sending out an attractive fragrance.
My brother seems to have planted a deep poison in his early years.
"A thousand years ago, the cold dew was late, and the autumnal equinox wheat was at that time."
He stubbornly walked around in an agricultural proverb.
I can't reach out my pale hand.
I dare not talk about crops with my brother.
Passing through my hometown village, I was in a hurry and dared not stay long.
Quietly, outside the village, I held a hot spot on my chest.
The autumnal equinox is so warm and soft every year.
Whether I come or not
The corn will be transported back to the village.
Wheat, at home, is full of Chun Lv's body in the coming year.
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