thunder
The bleating of sheep
Disappear into the jungle
A white-haired old man
Carrying heavy firewood
A bronzed face
take a deep breath
heavy step
Back curve
Zhongchongshan' gang
Be shrouded in dusk
A patchwork cave
Give off a little light
There is smoke everywhere.
Fuzzy
Beyond the rising moon
Silver is scattered all over the small mountain village
Open-air corral
It's full of just-received grain piles.
Leave a short shadow
A cool breeze blows gently
The fragrance wafted from the orchard.
In a narrow cave
In the name of the golden flame
Mother on the low stool is boiling water.
In the calm eyes
Think about your heart
The night wind is very tight
In a recession
Caomusha
full moon; a baby's completion of its first month of life
Yin Hui Bianca
From time to time, there was a cock crow in the distance.