Let the wheat fields in the suburbs grow more fragrant,
Wild ducks play with unknown animals,
Chasing happiness in the wheat field.
After the rain, the wheat field was silent.
Peace connects the long-lost blue sky,
Clouds that have always been black are washed pure white,
The image of deja vu made me inadvertently gain a pair of eyes.
When I was watching the scenery in the suburbs,
The nameless melancholy suddenly touched my heart,
I know that in this season of wheat field, we should not only know that weeds are floating,
We shouldn't let the fish swim out of the muddy water at will.
The real pastoral should be the figure of the old farmer bending over to mow the grass.
The laughter of children playing with mud should float,
There should be an old cow's thoughtful eyes on the ridge.
There should be sheep fleeing in panic in the shouts;
And this house in the middle of nowhere is tightly wrapped in lights of various colors.
A wisp of kitchen smoke on the roof is moving in a charming posture.
Unfamiliar dancing is very eye-catching.
Just completely lost the tension of life.
I'm not used to the mode of not making progress,
I also know the poverty and sorrow of generations.
It was spurned by the world many years ago.
The integrity of a gentleman's poor life is vulnerable in a busy street.
I'm not blindly worried about giving new words,
After all, a working people can live forever.
Blood that has flowed for 5,000 years will not dry up,
Cutting grass in the hot sun is still making new blood.
And this area contains infinite poetic wilderness,
It is also my comfort when I am frustrated and sleepy.
The wheat field after the rain dispelled the noise,
Bring me a long-lost sweetness.
This is just the memory of the wheat field,
Although I've been pretending to forget completely for years,
But I can't get rid of my innate temperament.
I struggled for a long time, but I got the wrong approval.
The reunion of the new green after the rain,
I decided to re-plan my life trajectory,
Re-examine the survival philosophy refined by parents-
Life will never leave the soil from birth to death.