The mare's milk grapes ripened and fell among the green branches and leaves. The boys are back from the fields, and the girls are still working in the vineyards.
The boys stood side by side on the roadside, and the lyre plucked the heartstrings of the girls. My lips are so dry that I haven't even tasted a grape.
Sad and angry, the boy turned to leave: "stingy girl!" " Your grapes must be sour. "
The girl smiled knowingly, picked a few strings of unripe grapes and put them in the hands of the platoon leader to see how picky the boys are ... The boy bit the sour grapes and smiled: "Affectionate grapes! She is sweeter than any candy. "