Shiyan Village (Song Dynasty) Lu You
The trees fell down and the mountains were not covered, and the water shrunk and the boats were sacrificed.
The cold sun is getting brighter in the evening, and the village lanes are winding.
The young woman sings the machine and the boy writes the pen and inkstone.
Although the farmers are poor, they will eventually win over the foreign counties.
You look at the eunuchs, how can they not love the grave?
Live and die in your hometown, don’t admire Cheng Chuan.