Afraid of provoking thunder,
There are thunderous.
Accustomed to the impermanence of this "baby face",
Open June;
That is, the nerves of the croppers were tightened.
As if to tell the long-term repression,
Such as releasing the "unevenness" of fate.
In the face of this grumpy season,
Mango species;
Skate on thin ice.
A dry hot wind that opens the title page,
The scythe trembled and "shook"!
Facing Mai Lang Qianqing with the posture of a bright sword,
Read the wheat cooked for a while;
It shows the courage of "tiger mouth grabbing food".
Like The Heavenly Father, "Restless",
Mai Qiu has to make people crazy.
All the scenery is like a war,
No smoke;
No bloodshed.
But the real "man will triumph over heaven",
Desperate to fulfill their dreams.
Waiting for day and night,
Get used to fumigation in the scorching sun.
Look at the boiling copper figure of the "plastic" wheat field,
The bulging temples and tiangong gambled "lose" to win.
The majestic picture is plated with mango seeds,
In the dusky summer sky;
Can turn the northwest "ink" surge.
The obscene rainstorm of Heaven threatens to crush the "dream of harvest",
The cold and vicious discharge of thousands of rain and hail is fierce.
Which stubborn cropper is willing to confess his fate?
Only race against the clock to fight all the soldiers.
The short opening remarks make the June content hot,
When the field takes off its armor;
Big Day Laugh,
Admire this opponent and write "Tomorrow" again
Thrive poetry!