Where the wind blows, golden waves roll.
In this summer.
Wave after wave.
The sweat of farmers.
Watering the dawn of harvest.
Look at that smile.
A cheerful face.
Farmer's children, farmer's men and farmer's wives.
Become the most beautiful image under the scorching sun.
During the day, you cultivate, sow, fertilize and weed.
In the evening, you plan your dreams for tomorrow.
Kiss your face, it's the sun.
Holding your hand is the moon.
One day.
One day.
January.
January.
You look forward to it, look forward to it and think about it.
Uncle farmer in my village.
Mine. Aunt farmer in the village.
Laugh loudly and clearly.
Sing and make the sky bright.
Jump up and stir the earth.
When the wheat is ripe, sow wheat seeds in the field in the second winter.
Wheat seeds grow late at night and at dawn.
After the overthrow of Snow Girl, the whole world was wrapped in silver.
Malt sticks out from its head,
Quietly hide in this bed and grow up quietly under the white quilt.
Waiting for Miss Chun's caress.
Spring breeze blows the green willows by the lake,
Blow the little flowers on the red branches,
Bathed in the morning sunshine,
Wandering in the blooming season.
In the endless wheat fields,
The breeze blows the wheat seedlings,
Singing, telling and dancing like waves,
Sing a heavenly song,
Telling the heart of love,
Dance an elegant dance,
Grow sturdily under the care of Miss Chun,
The girl in spring turns the whole field green.
A spring rain moistened the whole wheat field.
The winding summer girl is wearing a warm wind.
Waving sleeves, floating in the air,
A ray of morning light, a drop of dew, a glow,
The afterglow of the sunset,
Blinking in the shadows of trees, pervading the whole season,
A breeze,
The swaying leaves blow on the branches,
Blow the ears of wheat gently, and the corners of pedestrians will rise.
In the village, in the wheat field,
A pool of green water, a pile of green shadows, a green place,
Set off this lush season at will,
The rape blossoms in the terraced fields are full of flowers.
In the corner, dandelions are dancing gradually in the breeze.
Scattered in mid-air by the wind,
Sudden drop, sudden drop, wind rising, wind falling,
In an instant, the whole sky was covered with dandelion seeds.
Fall in the village where the smoke is curling,
Fell on the hair tips of pedestrians,
Fall on the long eyelashes in summer,
Fall in the waves of wheat that fluctuate with the wind.
Then take root, sprout, blossom and drop flowers,
Falling in the golden wheat field,
It seems that overnight, the ears of wheat are yellow and the wheat is ripe.