The red and green of the suona
Dancing on the drums
Obsessively performing a
Fresh love
The streetlights are obsessed
The stars can't take their eyes off the road
The goat horns are around my father's neck
The mood is even more exciting. The winds are still blowing
The butterflies are flying
The rice-planting songs
Crossing the membrane of specimens
The butterflies of the flowery scent are arriving
Wrapping around my fingertips
Dancing lively and light
Dragging the distant colors of spring in my field of vision. Spring colors
Spring as simple as a printed square scarf
Splendid as a bride's red head
The warp and woof are dyed through
The dots of sour jujubes in the oh-needle bushes are piquant
The blushing flower buds of bitter bitter greens on the elevated bank of the ground
The classic sunshine of the springtime
They have been extraordinarily warmly touching the southern foot of the Taihang River over and over again
This beautiful mountain pass is a beautiful place, and it is the only place to see it.
This beautiful mountain pass
is in love with the fine waves of the Qin River in a flirtatious way
Numerous kinds of countryside flavors
flow along the gullies and ravines like the wind
Greenness covers the village's seductive skin
Pick a blade of grass and chew it in your mouth
and you will spit out a string of beautiful rice-plant songs
Flowering flowers, red buds, red flowers, red flowers, red buds, red flowers, red buds, red flowers, red buds, red flowers.
There were too many flowers and plants to name
There were too many different kinds of rice-planting songs to name
Then the plants had a soil that allowed them to grow wild
Like the reputation of a new daughter-in-law who was the most handsome
The vines spread out to all the neighborhoods
The nights when the oil lamps were in full bloom
The skillful hands that made the shoes would make a long, long song.
The fields were ablaze with fire
The bright chants intoxicated the eyes of the muddy-legged men
The red and purple flowers were native flowers
The rosy springs were fading away
Farther away than the stereotyped New Year's paintings
Occasionally, an old man who sunbathed in front of the village would see a dried flower petal floating in a loose breeze
When a flower petal was dried, it would be a flower petal.