The golden ears reflect the sun, and the harvest picture unfolds slowly. The fragrance of rice overflows and intoxicates the heart of the country, and the grains return to the warehouse with a strong sense of autumn. Thousands of acres of fertile farmland are covered with paintings, and the farmers' smiling faces reflect the rice fields. Sweat waters the seeds of hope, and golden ears reward years of hard work. The wind ripples the rice waves, and they dance with life in the sunshine. One season of hard work and one season of harvest, the years are quiet and peaceful. The ears are bowed and I miss my hometown. The autumn breeze brings refreshing feelings for a longer time. Fireworks in the world are the most heartwarming, and returning home with a full load is a return voyage.
The golden ears reflect the sun, and the harvest picture unfolds slowly. The fragrance of rice overflows and intoxicates the heart of the country, and the grains return to the warehouse with a strong sense of autumn. Thousands of acres of fertile farmland are covered with paintings, and the farmers' smiling faces reflect the rice fields. Sweat waters the seeds of hope, and golden ears reward years of hard work. The wind ripples the rice waves, and they dance with life in the sunshine. One season of hard work and one season of harvest, the years are quiet and peaceful. The ears are bowed and I miss my hometown. The autumn breeze brings refreshing feelings for a longer time. Fireworks in the world are the most heartwarming, and returning home with a full load is a return voyage.
The golden ears reflect the sun, and the harvest picture unfolds slowly. The fragrance of rice overflows and intoxicates the heart of the country, and the grains return to the warehouse with a strong sense of autumn. Thousands of acres of fertile farmland are covered with paintings, and the farmers' smiling faces reflect the rice fields. Sweat waters the seeds of hope, and golden ears reward years of hard work. The wind ripples the rice waves, and they dance with life in the sunshine. One season of hard work and one season of harvest, the years are quiet and peaceful. The ears are bowed and I miss my hometown. The autumn breeze brings refreshing feelings for a longer time. Fireworks in the world are the most heartwarming, and returning home with a full load is a return voyage.
The golden ears reflect the sun, and the harvest picture unfolds slowly. The fragrance of rice overflows and intoxicates the heart of the country, and the grains return to the warehouse with a strong sense of autumn. Thousands of acres of fertile farmland are covered with paintings, and the farmers' smiling faces reflect the rice fields. Sweat waters the seeds of hope, and golden ears reward years of hard work. The wind ripples the rice waves, and they dance with life in the sunshine. One season of hard work and one season of harvest, the years are quiet and peaceful. The ears are bowed and I miss my hometown. The autumn breeze brings refreshing feelings for a longer time. Fireworks in the world are the most heartwarming, and returning home with a full load is a return voyage.
The golden ears reflect the sun, and the harvest picture unfolds slowly. The fragrance of rice overflows and intoxicates the heart of the country, and the grains return to the warehouse with a strong sense of autumn. Thousands of acres of fertile farmland are covered with paintings, and the farmers' smiling faces reflect the rice fields. Sweat waters the seeds of hope, and golden ears reward years of hard work. The wind ripples the rice waves, and they dance with life in the sunshine. One season of hard work and one season of harvest, the years are quiet and peaceful. The ears are bowed and I miss my hometown. The autumn breeze brings refreshing feelings for a longer time. Fireworks in the world are the most heartwarming, and returning home with a full load is a return voyage.
The golden ears reflect the sun, and the harvest picture unfolds slowly. The fragrance of rice overflows and intoxicates the heart of the country, and the grains return to the warehouse with a strong sense of autumn. Thousands of acres of fertile farmland are covered with paintings, and the farmers' smiling faces reflect the rice fields. Sweat waters the seeds of hope, and golden ears reward years of hard work. The wind ripples the rice waves, and they dance with life in the sunshine. One season of hard work and one season of harvest, the years are quiet and peaceful. The ears are bowed and I miss my hometown. The autumn breeze brings refreshing feelings for a longer time. Fireworks in the world are the most heartwarming, and returning home with a full load is a return voyage.
The golden ears reflect the sun, and the harvest picture unfolds slowly. The fragrance of rice overflows and intoxicates the heart of the country, and the grains return to the warehouse with a strong sense of autumn. Thousands of acres of fertile farmland are covered with paintings, and the farmers' smiling faces reflect the rice fields. Sweat waters the seeds of hope, and golden ears reward years of hard work. The wind ripples the rice waves, and they dance with life in the sunshine. One season of hard work and one season of harvest, the years are quiet and peaceful. The ears are bowed and I miss my hometown. The autumn breeze brings refreshing feelings for a longer time. Fireworks in the world are the most heartwarming, and returning home with a full load is a return voyage.
The golden ears reflect the sun, and the harvest picture unfolds slowly. The fragrance of rice overflows and intoxicates the heart of the country, and the grains return to the warehouse with a strong sense of autumn. Thousands of acres of fertile farmland are covered with paintings, and the farmers' smiling faces reflect the rice fields. Sweat waters the seeds of hope, and golden ears reward years of hard work. The wind ripples the rice waves, and they dance with life in the sunshine. One season of hard work and one season of harvest, the years are quiet and peaceful. The ears are bowed and I miss my hometown. The autumn breeze brings refreshing feelings for a longer time. Fireworks in the world are the most heartwarming, and returning home with a full load is a return voyage.
The golden ears reflect the sun, and the harvest picture unfolds slowly. The fragrance of rice overflows and intoxicates the heart of the country, and the grains return to the warehouse with a strong sense of autumn. Thousands of acres of fertile farmland are covered with paintings, and the farmers' smiling faces reflect the rice fields. Sweat waters the seeds of hope, and golden ears reward years of hard work. The wind ripples the rice waves, and they dance with life in the sunshine. One season of hard work and one season of harvest, the years are quiet and peaceful. The ears are bowed and I miss my hometown. The autumn breeze brings refreshing feelings for a longer time. Fireworks in the world are the most heartwarming, and returning home with a full load is a return voyage.
The golden ears reflect the sun, and the harvest picture unfolds slowly. The fragrance of rice overflows and intoxicates the heart of the country, and the grains return to the warehouse with a strong sense of autumn. Thousands of acres of fertile farmland are covered with paintings, and the farmers' smiling faces reflect the rice fields. Sweat waters the seeds of hope, and golden ears reward years of hard work. The wind ripples the rice waves, and they dance with life in the sunshine. One season of hard work and one season of harvest, the years are quiet and peaceful. The ears are bowed and I miss my hometown. The autumn breeze brings refreshing feelings for a longer time. Fireworks in the world are the most heartwarming, and returning home with a full load is a return voyage.
The golden ears reflect the sun, and the harvest picture unfolds slowly. The fragrance of rice overflows and intoxicates the heart of the country, and the grains return to the warehouse with a strong sense of autumn. Thousands of acres of fertile farmland are covered with paintings, and the farmers' smiling faces reflect the rice fields. Sweat waters the seeds of hope, and golden ears reward years of hard work. The wind ripples the rice waves, and they dance with life in the sunshine. One season of hard work and one season of harvest, the years are quiet and peaceful. The ears are bowed and I miss my hometown. The autumn breeze brings refreshing feelings for a longer time. Fireworks in the world are the most heartwarming, and returning home with a full load is a return voyage.
Mansui traveled to modern times and met a modern college student suffering from mental illness. They solved each other's knots and had a suspenseful plot [laughing]