The night is cold and dew, and the day is dusty, and the rain and the wind cast your body.
the heroic spirit will never change, and a plow will warm the spring.
(No.2)
When the desolate songs are sung, the fire cows will rush into the array to make great efforts.
A sharp knife with two horns and four hooves is still famous in history!
(the third song)
Snacking clothes and food are for the people, and I am one head taller than my western neighbor;
the whole country is striving for eight guarantees with one heart, and China is as heroic as an ox.
(No.4)
I don't lose heart after kicking into the soil four times, but I work hard day and night in a hurry.
all the milk, meat, bones and skins are dedicated, and there is no intention to ask for a penny.
(No.5)
Ghosts and monsters make lists, and they bury their heads in silence for ten years.
if you are wronged, you will not lose your dedication, and you will abide by your conscience.
(the sixth song)
If you make a fortune, you must seek from the dry, and Zehui, agriculture, countryside and farmers have a head start;
Pay the children and grandchildren to work hard, stir up the seedlings and plant the early whipping cattle.
(No.7)
Being kind, honest and loyal, he is not afraid of poverty in hardship.
after hunting for the nameless horse, I tried to give the sweet milk to the people.
(No.8)
It's said that the lives of cattle and horses are extremely suspended, and we are isolated from each other.
Bole is only known for thousands of miles, and it is important to know that food is the sky!
(No.9)
The people are rich and the country is strong, and the financial storm blows the head;
The whipping sound is not only exciting in China at night, but also reported to Zhu Xi as an ugly cow.
(No.1)
If you don't want to be high and beautiful, you don't want to be poor.
the sweat drops, the sand falls, the grass moistens, and the garden is full of beauty and spring.
(No.11)
The stock index rises and falls all over the world, and the Year of the Ox has not reached the end.
although the rat period is dark and spring is near, why bother to prosper the city god?
(No.12)
In the Huaxia period of October thunder, when the old cow was running and struggling.
Pengcheng rises with spring tide, competing to see the pioneering style.
(No.12)
In the morning, I dyed the setting sun to send milk fragrance, and in the evening, I wove Xiajin to rush.
It's useless to dance in cold winter and snow. Pull off the fur to warm everyone.
(No.13)
Why bother to search for poems? Everywhere scenery to the written;
even a mistake can make a cow.