The footsteps of spring have long gone.
With the hot summer
You walked into the examination room of life.
Fans look at the pen you are waving.
smirk
Autumn is coming.
Sweat spread all over the fields.
I seem to see the golden light swaying.
Oh, this is not the end.
May we borrow the passion of spring and summer.
In Yuan Ye's life,
Run season after season
Second, golden tears-praise from farmers.
Digging, transplanting and spraying pesticides
Step on dew
Covered with night lights
Your rickety waist and thin body.
Carry a hoe
Go back and forth in the field
you said
Love is all over the fields.
Golden millet will form in the ground.
The autumn wind yellowed the rice leaves.
The sound of the threshing machine pierced the night sky.
You have a sickle in your hand.
Holding the bent waist of a beige blonde
Golden, jump into your eyes.
Plating into the golden river
Shining with golden light
This is not just a field of rice ears.