Looking up at the sky
A wisp of cool wind blew across my face
Awakening a trace of sleeping light clouds
Swaying in the sky
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The slanting tree shadows are messed up
Alas
It will be another sunny day tomorrow!
The sigh of the old farmer returning late
echoes in the bright moonlight
The black mountains in the distance
Yellow Water
Quietly carrying this heavy sigh
I haven’t taken a breath for a long time
It’s time for some rain
< p>You can hear the crackling sound of the earth late at nightIt is like the sound of water splashing into a frying pan
It shatters the quiet night
It’s true Looking forward to a spring rain
A spring rain that entrusts hope and dreams
Moisturizes my chapped lips
Let me express my attachment to life
Dissolve that warmth into the rain
Penetrate into the veins of the earth
Let the poems praising spring sprout here
Grow into towering trees
p>Guarding for life