Under the moon before bed, the snow outside the window, the soaring egrets flowing back, the paintings and songs in Tang poetry, Tang poetry flowing into my heart like a clear spring. Under the moon before bed, snow outside the window, flying egrets flowing again, paintings in Tang poetry, songs in Tang poetry, wind of lovesickness, snow on the road, songs flying in the sky, joy in Tang poetry, bitterness in Tang poetry, my ancestors told me.
Reading: It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?
Six times: weeding at noon, sweating like a pig. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, birds are everywhere. When the storm comes at night, little is known about flowers. I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, birds are everywhere. When the storm comes at night, little is known about flowers. La la la la ...? I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, birds are everywhere. When the storm comes at night, little is known about flowers. I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, birds are everywhere. When the storm comes at night, little is known about flowers. La la la la ... I don't sleep in spring, but I smell birds everywhere. When the storm comes at night, little is known about flowers. When the storm comes at night, little is known about flowers.