A rural nursery rhyme full of childlike interest-the mountain in the sunset
Beautiful world
In the sleepy valley of my hometown
Dancing sickle, neatly arranged afterglow
Let's split up and chase the distance.
A faint red sunset
It's a lantern hanging on the plateau for a long time.
Wandering and loneliness
A land of sorrow.
About to walk on land with horses.
A cowherd rushed out of the mountain stream.
A calf came out of the mountain stream and beautiful birds were singing.
A group of cold mountains hold half the sunset.
It is near the village.
We send the earth to spring separately.
The childish rural nursery rhymes in two cities are covered with oil.
The countryside is getting longer and longer.
A path full of wild flowers.
In space, it becomes shorter and shorter.
Harvest, there will be no more.
The patent is in autumn, around the wall.
Inflated desire, wanton castration
spring,summer,autumn and winter
The bank was kidnapped, locator.
Wherever we arrive, we set up boundary markers.
Free withdrawal
In the eyes of a cow, spit it out
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It won't burn clean anyway.
In the countryside, pieces of stubborn tinea.
A charred heart, spewing out.
Black blood, sending out.
The smell of greed is everywhere.
Dazzling gas
On the plate, jump out gradually.
Three-legged chicken
The surviving crow, standing in
On the dead branches, spread out
The last groan
Sorghum towering into the sky
Spit it out, not your ears.
Thick dark clouds covered it.
Sky, blue screen
Ink for flushing chimneys
It falls from the sky from time to time.
On the river bed, floating
The scales of sparkling flowers
Smoke curled up and bridges flowed.
In a machine, compressed into
Decal, stick it in the corner.
Circular seal
I don't know. Where did it go?
The countryside is ill.
Tremble, struggle, groan
Wait for the doctor to come at once.
Injection, cardiotonic agent
Three moons are already hanging in the blue sky.
The osmanthus trees in the Moon Palace are clearly visible.
The branches and leaves seem to be shaking gently.
Zhang is enjoying the cool under the tree.
Night began to fall slowly.
The stars are passing their eyes.
The Woods are dotted with fluorescent lights.
There were several dog barks in the distance.
Leave his hometown like this during the day.
My heart became very excited.
In the bright moonlight
I'm going to meet my bride.
There is a faint darkness among the willows on the beach.
There are a few wisps of fragrance floating in the night wind.
Beautiful songs spread in all directions.
My bride, but it's there
In the countryside at the foot of the mountain.
A faint rhyme permeates all fields.
My heart, has evolved into
The endless silver light
Childlike country nursery rhymes 4 Nature is the favorite of rain.
His love is in every rainy day.
The moving leaves are the keys of the piano he plays.
Beautiful flowers are his first love.
When he expresses his feelings enthusiastically.
Praise a rainy country affectionately.
When he put the pursuit of power
Beautiful and unrestrained
On a wet morning
Or the dusk of water fans.
When he passed through the rotten telephone pole
Through the quiet brick yard
When he opened the blue cloud curtain
Draw a transparent diagonal in the dark sky.
You try to think about it
What kind of care will he use?
To love a lazy old Brawly.
Love a weed that can't be named.
Love the shy river and the shy whirlpool.
I like the worn horns of a sloppy bull.
Some people will say that he is a rambler in the village.
Some people will say that he is a clay sculptor.
Others say that he is a messenger with a downwind.
Or he is a scarecrow's heart-to-heart friend.
Are our assumptions just wishful thinking?
Why does he always come and go quietly?
He is clear but mysterious.
When he came, he was free.
From the cracks in the earth wall and the texture of the old stump
From the potholed stone road and the sparse and dense bamboo shoot forest
As long as you walk into this country
Encounter a sentimental rainy season
You can't always explore his excellent works.
Yes, he is.
Bring this love to a village.