The yellowed Spring Festival couplets are still on the wall.
I can vaguely see a few words: Peace through the years.
In my hometown of Migang, I never went back there.
Grandpa wrote a whole letter in regular script.
Pueraria lobata is covered with carved doors and windows.
The setting sun slanted on the mottled brick wall.
The room covered with beech boards is still full of air.
Grandma brewed the bean paste that year.
Or Jay's dragon fist
The coastline of this country is like a bow.
The Great Wall is like a dream to shoot for 5,000 years.
I lifted the weight of the whole land with my arms.
What is written in the south wind of Mongolian Plateau?
Do Chinese characters understand that skin color is the same as face shape?
Cross the Yellow River eastward and climb Mount Tai.
I led the north wind to the west and was bronzed.
Longing for blood ties, infinite brothers
I opened the heavens and the earth and emptied the Yangtze River.
People are changing on the ancient riverbed.
My right fist opened and the sky became a dragon.
Move the mountains and rivers again and fill the cracks.
Adjust the sunrise in the east in time and space.
Go back to the wild to dominate and manipulate.
My right fist opened and the sky became a dragon.
The heart of the earth is surging and restless.
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