Tibetan poems in Xidan, my porridge

I'm weak and tired,

The bamboo people in the wild moved and folded.

Rice-flavored fish is cooked near China's kitchen.

Sunrise car crushes the sunrise film.

Dan Xi Yao Hua Jin Gu.

Today, I am fortunate to be the owner of Xiting.

Sparse hedgerow bamboo

The color of rice should not be different.

At the beginning of sunrise, the sun began to shine.

Danyang Gudu cold smoke accumulation