road

The road bends and the moon is round.

Late at night, walking on the field road

Looking up at the moon in the sky, it was so bright, so round, looking at the ground quietly, I smiled ignorantly.

The road is twisted and twisted, reaching out to touch the ripening wheat in the field.

A feeling of embarrassment comes to my heart.

The road bends and the moon is round.

First day: the month is more rounded by you