In the distant night sky, there is a curved moon, curved moon, and below it is a curved bridge. There is a blue lake under the curved bridge and a boat in the blue lake. There are big and fat fish under the curved boat.
There is a big tree full of flowers next to the curved bridge. When I was a child, I often went to play with sand under the tree, and seven or eight stars lit up. My former Tomb-Sweeping Day was full of flowing water, with sparse ancient roads and heartbroken people at the end of the world. Quite a taste of secretary du. The second and third sons are like this today. Look at you and pay attention to Jindong Road. The world is pitching, sorrow and joy are endless, and the reunion month remains unchanged.
There is a small hut near the curved bridge. There is a father and son in the room. Father and son are burning wood and cooking. From time to time, there is a fragrance floating in the rice cooker, and the taste floats far and far with the wind.