We walked on the ridge, and the spring breeze blew on our faces, which made us feel very comfortable. Because spring is not as bitter as winter, but slightly chilly. You see, the grass that has been sleeping under our feet for a winter wakes up and sticks its head out of the ground. Although it is only a little light green, it is full of vitality. Some unknown flowers, one cluster after another, were scattered on the ridge of the field. In front of us are endless crops. Golden rape blossoms are in full bloom, and industrious bees fly here to whisper, and then fly there to kiss. And this piece, that piece, shiny green safflower, naturally embroidered with a few small purple flowers, very beautiful. The wheat seedlings that are being pulled out are as thick as a green carpet on the field. Seeing this scene,
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He returned to the countryside.
Go back to where you were born.
He flew back,
Fly when you come back.
In fact, he looks like a bird.
Between different places and hometown
Shuttle back and forth.
He returned to the countryside.
Go back to your favorite virgin land
He flew back,
Fly when you come back.
In fact, his heart is very contradictory.
In order to realize a wish
He sacrificed love for his career.
Or lovelorn for love.
Only he knows,
Only in his heart.
He returned to the countryside.
The sky used to be no longer cold.
There's not even goose feather snow anymore.
All the old trees have been cut down,
Some old people are still shaking from side to side.
It is not that he deliberately missed the morning sun.
Laugh at yourself in childhood photos.
It seems that those years were a little ridiculous.
Maybe if he puts on a military uniform,
He's not who he is now,
Maybe it's even harder to imagine standing on the mountain
He returned to the countryside.
He is the master of time,
Time is beating in his hands.
The surrounding villages surrounded his sight.
He had to hide in a sweet shell to breathe.
I like the smell of straw when I breathe.
He has that smell in his mouth.
The scenery is in his eyes.
First love is in the mysterious hay field.
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He returned to the countryside.
His shadow follows his loneliness.
When I fell into that dream
His life is flowing with the years.
Past, present or future.
He only believes in one meaningful maxim.