maple leaves and wheat seeds fall together
on the ground
underground
a reward for the soil
a warm bed for life
wild chrysanthemums are blooming in the fields
in winter
wheat seedlings struggle to drill out of the ground
Say frost is a scarf
Snow is a quilt. Wild geese array staggers the winter ballad
Spring
Get up and stir the knot, regardless of the dust in the Mongolian Plateau and the dry crack of the northwest wind.
A gentle girl who doesn't want flowers
She doesn't care about the willow smoke
As long as it's drizzling
a little nutrition
You'll definitely give one full grain of wheat ear after another
Summer
Air-dried you
Sun moxibustion ripens you
Nirvana you into golden hands
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