I have evolved for tens of thousands of years.
Finally, I have a human image.
I have been imitating it for tens of thousands of years.
Finally issued a human voice.
I look like a doll.
I sound like a baby.
People like dolls best.
I know
I was born at the foot of Fan Jingshan.
This is the hometown of Buddha.
Accompanied by the sound of wooden fish and chanting
I grew up happily.
I said to the Buddha, "Please let me grow up quickly."
Buddha said, "Amitabha, you won't grow up."
You won't know until you open the genealogy.
I can't get rid of the doll's name
Who won't let me grow up!
Shed a clear river of tears.
Still don't understand.
How did I become a rare animal?
Note: giant salamander, written in Chinese, is protected by the state.
Cormorant poetry;
There is a cormorant who likes singing.
Her singing once rippled in the reeds like smoke.
Like the golden sunshine in the morning.
Jump on the blue lake
Sing when you are happy.
Sing when you are sad.
Singing is her childhood and adolescence.
Especially when the lake is covered with green fog.
She leads her happiness or sadness.
Sing to the distance.
For the shadow of a shallow dream
I want to talk about it.
The melancholy of first love
Parents' sighs came from behind.
She doesn't understand what makes them sad.
Fortunately, because of this tacit voice
Her singing skills are more abundant.
More touching power
There is a cormorant who likes singing.
Her singing made larks mad with jealousy.
If the host doesn't take her fishing in the lake,
She may be taken to a duel.
This long-term trap
This secular idea
Just fishing?
Is the bounden duty of our ancestors
All kinds of other beautiful things.
We cormorants have no right to think.
Why-
Don't catch a few weak fish and shrimp?
Actually, it's better than sincere singing.
Can't listeners hide their intoxication?
It is also a kind of life.
The collar around your neck
It's not just the swallowed fish and shrimp that are stopped.
And anyone who wants to slip out of his voice at any time
Singing with emotion all the time
There is a cormorant who likes singing.
Her singing made larks mad with jealousy.
There is a cormorant who likes singing.
Her singing is full of touching power.
There is a cormorant who likes singing.
Her singing once rippled in the reeds like smoke.
Like the golden sunshine in the morning.
Jump on the blue lake