Thin clouds and wind, Feiyan pressed the air.

The peaches are red, the apricots are green and fat, and the wheat is brown.

Three hundred and sixty days of sampa day, every day is different,

It's the busy farming season.

It was difficult to take the wheat calmly, and thousands of households came to greet them in a panic.

is only afraid of rain and thunder, regardless of the scorching heat, let the moon star Cen Cen.

The shape is like a claw crab eating the world, like a dragon and a horse in the fog,

Swallow thousands of buckets of ears every day, and vomit 10,000 catties of grain at night.

Three hundred and sixty nights, night after night, I remember the old feelings,

It's harvest time.

- "Now Reunited in the Season of Wheat Cutting"

Remarks: It's wheat harvest again, and the harvest is abundant.

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