七月七月,我冥思苦想我的念念不忘的七月。你这绿色拥挤打滚的季节呀。你的绿汁,饱满了我谦卑的山山水水。你呀,是我轻轻一触,牛们就会衔了青草撒开四蹄,赶着赶着去追撵天边晩霞闲暇的时光。满眼满眼的绿,泼泼辣辣铺天盖地潇潇洒洒洋洋洒洒。何其壮哉,何其伟哉,何其慷慨哉。我的绿呀。我以大地的柔情编成情歌的花篮呈献给你。我以孔雀的尾翎织成七彩的玉帛献身于你。你是新嫁娘浮在绿波上的温床和着婴孩 July July, I meditate on my never forgetful July. You are the season of green crowded rolling. Your green juice, full of my humble mountain water. You, I gently touch, the cattle will title the grass spread four hoofs, and catch the rush to chase the sky Wai Xia leisure time. Full of eyed green, spicy spicy overwhelmingly soothing How Zhuang Zai, how Wei Wei, how generous zai. My green! I am presented to you by the flower basket of love songs compiled by the tenderness of the earth. I tail peacock woven into a colorful Yupa dedicated to you. You are a hotbed of new bride floating on a green wave and a baby