The sorghum rises blushed, glowing red faces you to smile, bright yellow Gu Sui in the autumn wind, repeatedly bows to you the nod, the distant place cotton in vain, likes the space white clouds.

• 高粱涨红了脸，红彤彤地朝你微笑，黄澄澄的谷穗在秋风中，频频向您鞠躬点头，远处的棉花白白的，像天上的朵朵白云。