People here favor the evergreen pines, cypresses and boxwoods
Use the unchanging green to resist the four seasons
The fragile soul can only Will dream in the spring
I left the warm and soft soil
The baby who was less than a month old
fell from the mother’s amniotic fluid
Smooth and hard roads are suitable for racing horses
Can't stand the mermaid's transformed tail
Can't see the fields
The fragrance of buckwheat in the social drama
Monopolized by Lu Xun’s era
Rice flowers and grain piles have turned into fossils
The city’s museums have no room for display
No one really pays attention to solar terms
Manzhong Xiaoman was unwilling to be lonely
He turned into a test question and rushed over
Poor these clean children
Can’t write about the taste of the earth
The original earthy smell
I said no crops can grow here
They said look at the flow of people
Green people come and go in vain
It’s the crops in the city
I’m a little surprised and scared
I’ve been thinking about it in my dream
Who is harvesting here
One crop after another