Whole field condensed into this simple round

This is mother with straw weaving last night

Moonlight and dew was also she made up in

Also the woven into des sauterelles.

AndNoon, I pillow straw in the broad field nap

Then there are a bunch of vibrato slide past my dreams

Whole field condensed into this perfectly round and round

Nature language simple

Like the loops of ripple

In the hot sun told the shade halcyon

Just walk in the mother’s twitter

GuXia also can tolerate a journey

Whole field condensed into this golden round

Undulating waves of the beat I put my mind spinning straw into the sky,

moving in May to draw a gust of wind carrying the arc,

and landed on my head, ah,

the moon day in the summer of head rotation。