I walked on the dry river bed with an umbrella,
Through the wheat waves in the cracks,
Poor eyesight, boundless dreams.
The dial was broken in the rice field,
Silver needles spread in all directions.
Although there is still silent prestige,
But they have divided their strengths and weaknesses.
Floating on Wang Yang equally,
Like a flag that never falls.
Zimu
salt
Clear water and blue sky make me fall in love, but colorless sunshine makes me independent.
Independent and rich taste buds are soaked in sour water.
Filter out me and filth, and then bleach it in your mouth.
Separating me from the crystallization is euphemistically called spiritual sublimation.
Zimu