A hot breeze blew across the field.
We sat in danger and whispered to each other occasionally.
The cuckoo's cry on the ear of wheat
Sweep the wheat waves
We recite four books and five classics.
The echo of Yun Shenchu horseshoe
Step on the fan.
The door left unlocked was opened for the second time.
We see that in the face of the wheat wave
Great-great grandfather sat upright.
They are knocking out a dry nest on the ridge of the field
Black soot filled Huang Liang tobacco leaves again and again.
Plumes of pale blue smoke
Melt in the wind, melt in the wheat waves
They waited in the golden genealogy.
This is a season of honesty.
It is our unshakable image.
The second silkworm found the uterus.
Give up the life of crawling on many feet. Lvshun Silk Road
Equal samsara
The dream with wings is getting closer every day.
The wheat field swings between green and yellow.
Wheat is as heavy as pregnant women.
Turn the farmers' hearts
The touch and moisture of the rain at night is the last honey juice.
Any wind blows, insects will move.
Can't afford it.
Xiaoman solar terms
Many new worlds are still in my arms.
I walked past them.
Landing gently, breathing gently.
Heartbeat and thoughts are soft.
Don't wake the wind. Don't let the world shake.
And tilt
Article 3 "Xiang Tao" opens the oiled paper umbrella.
South of the Yangtze river
Hanging on the umbrella eaves
Wind, oblique blowing
Let the tinkling rain
Sprinkle
Grandma's front door
That year
I put on a green bracelet.
Standing in the rain watching rice flowers
In that way
More like grandma's day.
at present
The fragrance of rice flowers remains the same.
Daoxiang remains the same.
Direct goal
It is still a green paddy field.
only
Grandma's shadow
Be told as a story that turns yellow
The beginning of the story
It says
long time ago
Article 4 "Xiaoman" arrives at Xiaoman.
You will think of a wheat field.
I think, wait.
When the wheat is ripe.
I put down my long hair.
Back home
suddenly
Standing in front of you
One to Xiaoman, please.
I think,
I've been thinking about it for years.
The flower scarf you sent.
Still hiding at the bottom of the box in my hometown
In every dream
We have to put camphor again.
Wrapped in a headscarf
I'm scared. I've been gone too long.
Time has broken its promise.
The fifth chapter "Before the Little Man" What is dusk, borrowing the piety of faith?
About how many rain gods live upstream.
The beauty of their furniture
As serious as Qu Zi's soul.
Just as I planted a pool of lotus flowers between my eyebrows.
Describe the essence of no silt
Wait for a few meaningful possibilities, or point to the atrium
I like people who row laurel trees in Bitan Lake.
Can Gillian's hair be brushed lightly and crushed with one stroke?
If there is, just wait for the breeze to confirm.
The sound of waves under the pillow proves the sincerity of heavy rain.
And the simplicity of human joys and sorrows.
Countless people are waiting for shelter under the eaves.
And doctor Chu's melancholy eyes
After the long summer, before the arrival of Miscanthus.
The eternity of blank space.
Article 6 Light rain is full of gifts again and again.
With goods in the belly, desire is like a vine.
Climb to different coordinates, low or high.
Expose the secrets of a group.
Don't be carried away by praise.
There is a jagged edge behind the beautiful voice.
Although the flowering period is so long.
As low as dusty altitude, the tip of a knife can alienate you.
Xiaoman, the title of all girls.
The shyness of panic is the light of your life.
When you fill the world
You will stand in barren youth like me.
Looking for a quiet riverbed
Chapter VII Summer Dream Night with Full Ears of Wheat
The hungry oriole looked at the moon.
The hungry moon stared at the oriole.
They looked at each other all night.
Ouyang Xiu felt funny at the window.
Wrote the famous poem Xiao Man.
Express your longing for returning to the garden.
The next morning after 1000 years.
I opened the window facing south.
Watching the city grow again.
These buildings are like some hungry children.
Surround the opposite nipple mountain.
The tall scaffolding soon reached the joint.
They never seem to get enough to eat.
Wheat doesn't grow on the hills in the city.
Xiaoman this morning
I'm in a tall building opposite Nitou Mountain.
Have a piece of wheat bread?