Good harvest again this year, good harvest again this year,
Good, harvest, success, ah, ah ah.)
In March, the peach blossoms are red, full of spring winds,
The people are happy, the horses are screaming, the whips are brittle, and every family is making a fuss about spring plowing.
You sowed a thousand rows of grain, and I planted ten thousand rows of cotton.
We all say it is a good year nowadays,
Who doesn't hope for a good harvest, ah, ah, ah, ah.
(Good harvest, good harvest)
Good harvest is the flowery clothes of the girls.
(Good harvest, good harvest)
Good harvest is the old grandpa, the goblet of wine around his mouth.
Good harvest is the good life of our common people,
With the spring breeze, it floats into the sleep of the farmers.
The good harvest is a good day for the people,
with the spring breeze, drifting into the sleep of the farmers.
(Good harvest, good harvest,
Good harvest again this year, good harvest again this year, good harvest, ah, ah, ah.)
In the month of August, the waves of rice are surging, and the scenery is good everywhere.
Crops grow with the hearts of the people, and every household is full of joy.
The spring sowing is a thousand drops of sweat, and the fall harvest is a piece of love.
It is said that the land is not responsible for the people who have the heart,
This year is another good harvest.
(Good harvest, good harvest)
The good harvest is, young man, after the fall of the new cave.
(Good harvest, good harvest)
Good harvest is, dolls, the sound of firecrackers on New Year's Day.
Good harvest is, the good days of our people,
with the golden wind, falling in the small farmhouse.
The good harvest is a good day for the people,
With the golden wind, ah, fell in the small farmhouse.
Good harvest, good harvest,
Good harvest again this year, good harvest again this year,
Good harvest, ah, ah, ah.
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