When Chun Yan sings, the scenery of this mountain is the most charming. Don't believe me, look! The red, white, blue, yellow and nameless wild flowers will dazzle you and make you feel at a loss. Crowds of bees are flying around among the flowers, busy collecting honey, flowers are flapping their wings and dancing, and clever birds are singing in the branches, bringing infinite vitality to this silent mountain village. And the grass that is not noticed, crowded together. You hold me and push me around like a soft carpet on a hillside. It is comfortable to lie on it, and then have a good dream. How beautiful!
When Xia Chan sang, the ground was covered with wax gourd. Look, that thick bamboo is covered with green skin. They have different shapes. At this time, I saw the farmers' uncles and aunts were busy cutting wax gourd, bending down to peel off the leaves with their hands. Wow! What a big wax gourd! When farmers saw it, they grabbed it with their hands and cut it off with scissors. Beautiful, big and green, you must gain a lot. They cut one after another and cut all the scissors.
The autumn wind blows, and the scenery of this field is more charming. Especially the field where seedlings are planted, you can see it far away from her, as if it were covered with a golden carpet. One by one, the seedlings were covered with rice, and their ears drooped. It was beautiful!
When the winter breeze is whistling, the mountain is very quiet and there are no people everywhere. All kinds of animals hide in their nests, and people stay indoors to keep warm. The world is boundless, so quiet!