梦 A Dream - Poem by qin xing
A winding path,
Both sides of cornfields,
The maize fields is full of cotton.
The corn is very high, very high, very high,
More than six meters of poplars.
I saw a farmer in climbing the ladder to pick corns from the trees.
Cotton is very white, very white, very white,
But the cotton is hung on the cotton tree.
A tug gently cotton from hand flew out,
I fly in the corn trees profusion.
Cotton expansion greatly increased,
Blossoming into a cotton clouds,
I lay on the cotton clouds moving.
I saw the colorful glowing rays churned cotton clouds,
Heard someone calling me,
It was a daydream.
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