Your horns are bent and my oxtail is bald.
* * * came the piccolo whip, and Nanmu Donggang went to each other.
The sun is setting, the grass is far away, the cows are hungry, and only I know;
Sing on the cow, the cow sits down and lies next to the cow at night.
I'm not worried about cattle that have been grazing for many years, but I'm afraid of losing rent and selling my cattle.
The Shepherd Boy/Make the Shepherd Boy Answer the Weak Weng Tang Dynasty: Yan Lu.
The grass shop is six or seven miles away from the field, and the flute makes the night wind three or four times.
Come back from a full meal at dusk and lie in the moonlight without taking off your hemp fiber.
Poems by Huang Tingjian, a shepherd boy in Song Dynasty
Riding cattle and piccolo blowing through the village thousands of villages away.
How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.
Qingming in Tang Dynasty: Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.
What you see: Yuan Mei in Qing Dynasty.
Cowboys ride on the backs of oxen, and songs echo in the forest.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently.