I stand at the ends of the earth, and the footprints of my ancestors are full of the breath of my ancestors.
Between the stormy waves, Chibi emerged in the battle.
There are no gongs and drums, no broken bones and ravines.
I just vaguely seem to see your old pale face.
Behind it are the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, with endless history.
Touch the blackened soil with your hands, and you can't bury loyal bones in the ground.
Endless dynasties, endless sad stories.
After the war, Gong (Qin Qi) had already disappeared from the battlefield.
I wish I could come back to you, the hometown I miss,
Memories of my childhood are still recurring in my mind.
Forget the unfinished poems in the past and write down the fairy tales you have forgotten.
With the red rabbit swaying in the wind, I quietly returned to my former residence-Epang Palace.
I dream of dancing with Chang 'e in the magnificent Qiongge.
Jasper is dressed as a tree-high skirt with the shadow of a candle.
The sky is pale and the Milky Way is low, even Lembitu will feel lonely.
I don't know when the goddess will leave her homeland quickly to avoid evil spirits.
Ancestors in the spirit of heaven, please don't abandon me.
With a pin on your shoulder, you will never cry again.
Along the rugged footprints of my ancestors, I walked quietly in the mud that I had never seen before.
Only the shadow of deep despair is behind me, follow me.
Hope is shattered on the water, leaving a little trace.
In the past, the city walls and halls were completely collapsed in thunder.
Forget the unfinished poems in the past and write down the fairy tales you have forgotten.
With the red rabbit swaying in the wind, I quietly returned to my former residence-Epang Palace.
From then on, we are no longer afraid. How can we ask Qin Huang Hanwu?
I hope to find Nu Wa in space.
Forget the innocence of childhood, forget the loneliness you left me at that time.
But I still haven't forgotten your old and strange face.
First draft
13 ended in September 2020.