Four Seasons Song 2022 Mango? Summer is lush.

The grass in the backyard is growing wildly.

Climb higher and higher

In the days of the awning

The grass is busy sowing.

Like wheat in the field.

Wheat is yellow and ripe.

What hangs down is the happiness of farmers.

Day after day

We went out politely early in the morning.

I am tired when I come back at night.

That little piece of broken silver

But you can't buy health and laughter.

Time is wrapped in busyness.

This is not the whole of life.

Wake up at midnight

The night is dignified, and there are no stars and moons.

No, I can see it clearly.

Sunny sunny day

Golden wheat field edge

The back of two little girls

Dance with the bean curd.

One has an ear of wheat in his hand.

I don't know where the thorny mountain should point.

No, I can hear you clearly.

The sound of the sun falling to the ground when the awn is planted.

With the laughter of the little girls

Night arrival.

The image began to fade.

at that moment

I saw it.

My face as a teenager

look out of the window

Low, near the grass

Petunia flowers in full bloom in purple.

Clusters of slender flowers

When awns are planted, they reflect sunlight.

Become transparent and light.

How beautiful, how humble

I am drinking coffee and reading a book.

Write distant poems

Inadvertently raise your eyes.

Inadvertently together

I met the purple Petunia through the window.

Two Modalities of Harmony and Righteousness

How beautiful and natural.

Affectionate fingers

Pick up the scattered words

Carefully piece together

A promise that has long since disappeared

Dragonflies flying leisurely

mistake

A stream with swaying grass shadows.

Unintentional cloud

be infatuated with

A clear blue sky

The river of missing

Winding past

Sharp-edged wheat fields

This is a mistake after all.

open the door

This is a big mature field.

Shiny wheat awn

break through the clouds

The bright sunshine poured down.

On the ear of wheat

Meditation and waiting

Waiting for the wind to slowly slide through my ears.

Crystal dew in the name of love

Fall into your palm

Waiting for you to come near me.

Can you hear my heartbeat?

Trembling in the wind with ears of wheat

open the door

Summer is lush.

Hezhengge

Written on June 6, 2022