There is a trail between the villages. There are flowers on both sides of the trail that are fragrant. The intoxicating fragrance intoxicates the children running in March in spring. The trails in the countryside are the stories of March extending through the countryside. In the countryside Countless fathers and fellow villagers passed by on the trails. There were innocent children walking through the country roads holding spring kites, there were rural old people walking through the trails holding old cows that had been plowed in the evening, and there were rural girls shaking their dark, thick and shiny horses. Braids walked along the path, and a strong young man walked along the path carrying two full buckets. A cheerful song was sung on the country path every day. The cheerful song sang the beautiful story of spring in March into the distance. of fields extending.
There is a trail in the countryside. The trail is the story of spring. Countless simple folks pass by the trail every day. There is a clear stream beside the country trail. On the green grass, "Ding Dong, Ding Dong," "Ding Dong" flows with rural stories. In the story, there are old cows cultivating hope for a good harvest in the fields. In the story, there is the joyful laughter of children returning from school. In the story, there is a butterfly flying among the flowers in the countryside and lingering in the spring. Songs and dances, the story has the sound of the waterwheel's "Zhi Zhi Zhi Ga Ga" rotation swaying the clouds of time, drifting into the distance.
The trails in the countryside are the most beautiful stories in spring. The poems written in March are described in the mood of spring in a spring home in China. There are countless rural stories in the trails in the countryside. Songs are sung in the ancient village, flowing into the distance with the jumping notes of the stream. In the distance is a field with several huts. The rays of the setting sun are reflected on the huts, and the lingering smoke from cooking makes the dreams of the villagers drift towards the long and leisurely countryside. Among the white clouds, they float to the ancient countryside, to the fields of hope, and to the mountains and rivers of their hometown.
The paths in the countryside are an extension of dreams, extending a kind of sentimental sustenance in the countryside. The paths in the countryside are the homesickness of the bright moon. On the mountains of my hometown, I miss the loneliness and loneliness of a distant foreign land. , the country paths are the color of flowers. The gorgeous colors change the light of the years, shining in the dazzling spring of March. The tranquil beauty depicts a gorgeous and harmonious rural pastoral.
The paths in the countryside are the clouds of my hometown, floating lonely in the long blue sky, floating a song of youth. The love in the countryside is the fruit in the orchard, budding in the spring, in Mature in summer, harvest in autumn, and flying in winter. On the country paths, you carry the dreams of wanderers to guests from afar. On the country paths, you write the life in the countryside, and the clouds fly in the harmonious fields. Dreams and hopes, rural paths, a poem of the four seasons in the countryside, are filled with infinite splendor in brilliant colors.
Walking through the country roads, walking through the spring in March, walking through the kites in March, walking through the countryside in March, the country roads are the concerns of my hometown, on a long road On the road, one end is concerned about the hometown, and the other is concerned about the countryside. Care is also a kind of longing. In a distant foreign land, I miss the ancient dream, the hope of dreaming of returning to the fields, dreaming of white clouds flying in the blue sky, and dreaming of the passion of dancing youth. The country trails are A poem about the vicissitudes of time, the words between the lines reveal the passion and nostalgia of March and spring in the countryside. Among the mountains and rivers in the countryside, there is a rural pastoral life, lonely and leisurely.
The country roads are the songs of life. In the ancient stories, in the poems of the years, in the clear streams, in the diaries of life, in the compositions of the years, there is a rural The scarecrow is guarding a happy future for this beautiful countryside in the fields.