A diary in poetic form is like selling newspaper songs.

Unrestrained feelings,

Chase the spring breeze.

Eyes full of hope,

Full of the joy of autumn.

In the newly opened mud waves,

It is also to put the mellow fragrance of Hetao into the altar.

Wheat seeds that have just been sown in the soil,

Complain in detail about the hardships of the cultivators.

ant

Little ants

Little ants

Busy for food

rush ahead

rush ahead

Dadui lane

Suddenly see oil and night.

I just want to eat and move home.