Pick a handful of ears of wheat and give it to you.
I want you to be embedded in the frame.
When you are tired
There is a deep homesickness.
Immature childlike interest
Your leisure time for tea.
There is another party, vilen.
waterwheel
The cock crows.
barking
In the golden wheat waves
Pick an ear of wheat for you.
You will see the sun in Dongshan.
The moon in the treetops.
Smell the smoke in the village kitchen.
Ma gande's noodles are very fragrant.
Listen to the chirping of magpies.
The harmony of octopus
The murmur of a small river
In the city.
Step on the loess
Connected to the earth's atmosphere
Yellow land
The root of the city
Rolling wheat waves
Is the mother of the city.