When the birds fainted in the hot sun,
Hiding in the shade, there was a voice.
On the edge of the grass, there is the smell of trees;
It's Guoguo drinking, on a luxurious summer day.
Its happiness will never run out,
Because if it sings too tired,
Just enjoy a moment of leisure under the grass.
The poetry of the earth will never stop;
On a lonely winter night, when the frost and snow
Weave silence, crickets by the fire
Screaming, singing as the temperature rises,
Make people listen in a trance in drowsiness,
Songs of the grassy hillside.