Mist will light up the fields.
Villages and trees are faintly visible in the distance.
I accidentally stepped into a dream.
On the other side, there is a beautiful woman.
The breeze brushed the ends of my hair.
The earth is full of silence and emptiness.
The green wheat seedlings are quietly jointing.
A hibernating heart wakes up in a dream.
Second, the fog is boundless.
After a long journey in a distant dream
Meet in the foggy sky.
The world is confused and all is silent.
Holding hands silently
Walking in the silent time and space
There is no information in spring.
The cold wind is still biting
Field ridge at the foot
Like the winding Great Wall.
Look up at the invisible sun
Listen to the inaudible birds.
Young green wheat seedlings
Trembling at one's feet
Very vague expectations
Vague hope
Be piously sown in
In the generous chest of the yellow land