[Jinfeng] That piece of dry sand (one outside)

Chen Weidong

Here is drought and rain, and there is still a little desolate

The short hills are like a group of goats who bow their heads to eat grass

Every mountain is tied to a large fan as a companion

At the foot of each mountain, it is stepping on a roller sand connected by blood veins

Plant watermelon in the ground, butter

Also planted Huang Chengcheng's Mi I love to eat

The wind here, grab a big one

Feng always likes to play the high -pressure line as the three string to play, and the tune sobs

But never played a classic song

Since the wind factory, the wind has been on the shoulders

The responsibility of helping the village to get rich together

Each grain of sand in the dry sandland

They are all seeds, flax, wheat, and mi

Each grain of sand is in the face of hardships and hardships

It's all like the hand that clenched the little fist is swearing

To live, there are spring, food, good days, live

Today's flax flowers are open, the bowl of melon is large, and wheat is dug,

This dried sand is waiting for a rainy encounter

Each grain of sand is dried up after the wind blows, growing up

Let the crops sway in the wild mountains and wild, there are bowls of rice to eat

There are green onions here

Turn a mountain

Turn to a very deep ravine

Wild flowers bloom here

Wild bee flying

Wild vegetables

Batlobed and pheasant on the mountains

Practice high jump and flying far away

Listen to my mother

This ditch is called Bian Wall Gully

It is a ravine she used to work

I planted onions here that era

Mi, potato and radish

This is also the place where coal has been out before

Today I came to this ravine for the first time

Village in the ditch

I have moved to the new countryside

Leave a few ancient trees and stick to it

Go to the mountain

Full of eyes

Ligue and shallots, growing onions

After this ravine

I understand some people

Write youthful years

Like to write onion years

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