This small village is at the northern foot of the Dabie Mountains
The descendants of Gaotao live here
Just to watch the green mountains and slopes
The birdsong behind the village is so white
Just like the cryptic words leaked from the ancient Gao Tao tomb
Making a broken sound
On both sides of the Pihe River Echoing gently
The moonlight falls
Hanging on the branches of Magnolia grandiflora
Still maintaining a squatting posture
Everywhere pine needles
Like some fragments of the old time
Draped on your shoulders
The dusk in the mountains is getting deeper and deeper
The deeper and deeper Getting thicker
You look back in a drop of dew brought by the wild geese
The greenery has already been mottled