Guru Guru
So is anyone’s mind.
Half-foot thick loess
Cooked wheat
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wheat field
Eat wheat and grow up
Holding a big bowl on the moon
Bowl moon
wheat
It hasn’t been ringing
You two are different.
When singing praises to the wheat field
I want to sing praises to the moon
moon
Father who planted wheat all night
Body image moving gold
moon
Twelve birds
Fly over the wheat field
Pick up a grain of wheat
Dancing in the wind denies it
I slept in the field while watching the wheat.
The moon shines on me and shines on a well.
Hometown wind
Hometown cloud
Gather wings
Sleep on my shoulders
rippling wheat
Tiantangzhuo
Put it in the field
A wheat field
Cutting season
Mai lang yue guang
Wash a sharp sickle
The moon knows me.
Time is more tired than soil.
And shy lovers
Shake one’s eyes
wheat straw
We are maidi people.
Mai, this is my enemy.
Shake hands
We finished the work together.
Close your eyes and it’s destiny takes a hand.
Now we accept it with satisfaction.
Wives are excited.
Non-stop white apron
Wipe your hands
