Ancient dreams, modern poems

The light of the axe penetrated the space.

The sun, the moon and the stars begin.

Liu Zhou's journey

The storm is here.

Ancient. Hong Huang is raging.

The firm steps of nature

In my opinion.

Start an operation

Echo one by one

Sunny morning

Under the quiet sky

In the rose bushes

She slept soundly.

There are always thousands of years, maybe tens of thousands of years.

The constant change of events

Volcanic eruption

The sky collapses-a violent political or social turmoil

Flooding ...

An image grows with my soul;

A tired face

A face of relief.

There is a pile of colorful stones next to me.

Behind him is a vast expanse.

Oh, oh!

A dreamy poet and a gentle sister.

Sing for her.

Immortal beauty

A brilliant corpse.

I went over mountains and mountains.

seek

A language that never falls behind!