The seeded people, in the bright light, dedicated to watching the uniform of walking, running seeder heart meet and steadfast, a hope of fire in-my heart, red days in people's eyes flashing.
Leisure to people, and to hear the voice of the autumn leaves, or laughter, or sorrow, rural autumn leaves, they static god listens, it seems that some noise, and from them away. Past autumn leaves, have two kinds of charming sound, have two kinds of unforgettable voice. One is the sky has geese flew over the sound: like a child whisper, like a baby laughing. This voice let them in recite in the heart: "in a short while in a v-shaped formation, while formed a glyph." In the autumn leaves, from their lives, to spend their country flew over the winter, next year comes back again, so reciprocating cycle. One is the carriage in rural road voice, water chestnut issued KaDa sound: no brittle nor gen, not ring nor frowsty, really sweet.
They think, now these sounds are ugly arrived, real happiness, I believe, is as they disappear and disappears forever.
The ancients of Mid-Autumn night feeling quite rich, now of people find more increasingly appear: the bald, pond dried up, and the river flow, crops, poor quality water sick... Troubled people, troubled countryside, disturbing the rural generations.
Rural night, see rural changes, rich contains a crisis, peace lurk hidden trouble, rural night, people's Christmas Eve, blessed night, the harmony of the night, people from heart expecting, waiting and meditate on the, praying that...
Rural night, people dream of night, and night scenery beautiful. That night, I a sleepless night
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