Between the purple and blue Woods
From blue-gray hillsides to blue-gray hillsides,
Green grassland,
Green grassland, flowing on the grassland,
-Fresh smoke like emulsion ...
Ah, when dawn wears white clothes,
How fresh the fields are!
Listen,
Yellow light
Shaking on the pillar for the last few hours,
Look!
dove
A flock of pigeons are flying in the air.
There is a flock of pigeons in the cage.
People are walking in the street,
There are two pigeons with small towels in the Caspian Sea.
Flying is guided by others,
Buzzing with a whistle,
Seven turns and eight turns flying around in the air, listening to people happy.
Locked up doing business for others,
White feathers,
Gentle appearance,
People like it;
Someone paid for it,
Buy some yellow rice to feed.
Only those two people who have suffered a lot,
It's a little hard to calculate.
I wonder if he is alive or dead today;
I'm afraid before dinner,
It's already in someone else's bowl.