一地平线上的红日昂起了头,明媚的日子来了。阳光暖了,鸟儿醒了。生锈的锄头和犁铧亮闪闪的,人们又掀开了崭新的一页。耕耘就是从这个时候开始的,走出深闺的种子,在饱满的汗水中,落下了秘密,那秘密,一直向秋天延伸…… A sunny day on the horizon raised his head, bright days came. The sun is warm, the bird is awake. Rusty hoes and plows are brightly lit, and people have opened up a brand new page. Work is from this moment, out of the seed of the boudoir, in the full sweat, the secret has fallen, that secret, has been extended to the fall ...