Rodeos footprints village

Farming people speak, there are animals infested village's village. This is like a wild flowers have green grass as the place was wilderness. It was a village soul, after many children gather to condense into it. And This soul is sweet, it has the scent, lon flowers and plants of fragrance, have a MaiShu forage rodeos chewed the dry fragrance, and, of course, ZhuangJiaRen yourself to send out the sweat fragrance. A village if no rodeos haunts, looks like does not have the same wood smoke, it is dead, is terrible. If trees lack birds, between earth without if MAO grass and flowers, that will be what kind of scene?
The spring morning, mounts woke up from a dream, make the different bark, out of the village, to the wilderness of fresh flowers are blooming. MouMou call for oxen, baa baa called AngAng called a sheep, the is the donkey, continuously held, blunt up township the dust of the road is the copulation. Their footsteps or comfortable, or lax, or finely messy, walking in farmer before.
The day begins as villages.
"Several early warbler, whose against new yan warm tree." peck spring ni Birds cheep and sing their information. But ZhuangJiaRen flawless to hear, they have their own work, hum a tune and plow Pang land. They focus on their work, go for the crops. Rodeos are also have time to listen to, they are ZhuangJiaRen helper, friends, and, as in ZhuangJiaRen land output sweat. Then, and only the lonely birds sing to his call, to listen to, again and again. This euphemistic crow blare or pass into the ZhuangJiaRen ears, pass the their ears cattle. Sometimes, ZhuangJiaRen would temporarily stop doing work, ears listen to once, flex stretch, look to distant horizon, said to himself: "this top of head of the tree, what also many a litter when HuangLi?" With his dog heard this, but they will not answer him, only dithering about ears, shaver move the hoof, or shaking the tail, expels body of mosquitoes and flies... Countless sun, then at the short stood quietly passing.