The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the iron plow covered with Grain Rain and mud,
Sow the awakened seeds by hand,
In the spring breeze, it's like a renaissance revolution.
At this time, spring is very clear,
Like the wings of a feather floating across the sky,
Catch the cuckoo's whisper,
Brush the echo of Lala,
Drag through the night,
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of cypress leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The spring sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
Sweet, moist and cool from the shore
Drill into the heart
A year's hope,
Embedded in the hillside covered with new green.
The melting of ice and snow has enriched the dry river.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
A flute hole lying on a glacier and hibernating?
Spring dream in the eyes of shepherdess.