It's too quiet in the field.
Golden maimang
The wind is blowing.
It's too quiet in the field.
In a distant village
Melodious cock crow
It's too quiet in the field.
Two donkeys, one big and one small.
Into the corner of my eye.
It's too quiet in the field.
Eyes lurking in the wheat ridge
Beware of trouble.
It's too quiet in the field.
Like some kind of precursor before the war
It's like a deep night
Waiting for the Light
Qiyunshan qingsi
I met you for the first time on a winter afternoon.
I didn't know the sun dyed you yellow.
Or did you dye the sun yellow?
You have waist-length hair.
Combed by the wind, it set off golden waves.
Some nameless flowers are randomly inserted in long hair.
Make you more amorous.
Full of golden yellow
Every inch of skin is mature.
It gives me an impulse to touch.
Always want to lie in your lingering ups and downs
Feel your deepest feelings.
I even want to be the grass around you.
Laugh together and watch the sunrise and sunset.
Looking around for thousands of years.
anyway/no matter what/ in any case
You stand in the highest place in southern Hunan every day.
In a firm manner
Obsessed with waiting.
I always want to be the first to see the dreams around my soul.
Yun must be your daughter.
Otherwise, she won't stay in her arms.
There is a mountain outside the mountain. How can the wind persuade you not to go?
Although there are one or two naughty flowers
I can't help but be curious and leave quietly.
Finally, I resolutely turned back.
You use the gentlest way
Listen to every bird singing.
You use the most leisurely eyes
Watch every blooming mountain flower.
Only the mountain stream runs day and night.
Interpret your loneliness on high.
It's always a green day.
Fading and glory are just the confession of the season.
And the eternal green at the foot of the mountain
It's your commitment to spring.