A little joy? Did the exuberant life inspire your sinking heart at the moment when the seeds broke through the ground?
The poetry of the earth will never die: cheerful summer thunder beats the pace of progress, the sun is like fire, and it can't hide the fiery youth, and the breeze blows the skirt.
Son, how can I restrain my beating heart and the impulse to jump?
The poetry of the earth will never die: numerous fruits make the face blush, the sky is crisp and the soul is light, but the joy will never die, accompanied by turning over.
Rolling wheat waves breathe the breath of mature season, do you still want the small window to be tightly submerged?
The poetry of the earth will never die out, and the dancing elves, singing and dancing lightly, come running to us. Firecrackers, please don't.
Don't think about the spirit that scares us. What should we do?