Mature wheat flowers on the south slope
When Xia Feng exploded, it turned into a cloud.
Like a pool, like a father's head.
The youngest son on the ridge
Look at that brown basket.
Golden water overflowed the basket.
Mountain smoke is everywhere, like a fantasy in a story.
Frogs and the sound of water gurgled into the bottom of the valley.
I was so happy the day before yesterday that I couldn't let go of my expectations.
The end of July at the earliest.
I'll post you a work written by a team with the same title "I poem, therefore I am", and there are many famous artists if you want. Such as Haizi, Luo Yihe and Gomez. You can find it online.