night
I put the ancient roots
Take it to the ground.
The green calf of the frog and the green eye socket of the moon.
There is also a green shell casing, green.
On my back
Successive flowering
(early) morning
I went back to the village.
Tap on the door
Drinking bees
Fall on my neck
She thought
I may be a well on the ground.
Mom opened the door.
Cross the well
See a row of wet Woods
To vilen and her.
Kneel neatly
Mom-they shouted-
mother
In spring, ten Haizi-Haizi
In spring, ten Haizi
In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.
In the bright scenery
Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi
How long have you slept?
In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.
Dance and sing beside you with me.
Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dusty.
The pain of your division is all over the earth.
In spring, Haizi, a savage and vengeful man.
This is the only one left, the last one.
This is children of the night, immersed in winter, dying.
I can't help myself. I love the empty and cold countryside.
The grain there was piled high and covered the windows.
Half is used for the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six.
Half of it is used for agriculture and self-breeding.
Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.
What exactly do you mean by dawn?