Gorgeous rhetoric roared, and the golden age was carefree.
The song I sang alone opened the elegant door and shed golden light.
Extraordinary beauty, the river overflows the Milky Way.
My heart is beating, ghosts are partying,
The golden light will always be with me,
I hope nothing shines through the cracks in the words,
My hand touched the desolate space, and thousands of eyes floated from the air.
Hey, stop, your hobby is deep and deep, and your footsteps are gone.
The swaying words are overbearing, and its smallness completes the sweet homework.
On the empty ground, my beautiful words are covered with mountains and rivers.
The dim reflection has thin lips and makes a little noise, just like a harvest scene.
Birds are flying back and forth on the banks of the high tide. Brother Eagle commented:
Like a white swan in the sky, it shines further in the silver light.
A force captured me, the song roared and the clouds floated.
My topic attracted clouds, and flowers gathered quietly, burning eyes like tears.
Deep words, the river continues to roll, never giving up along the road where I stand.
Beautiful silence, perfect flashing piano melody,
Words rush in the river of life in the world,
The red wine of the sun rises in the world sky, and the golden light emits the fragrance of words.
Gorgeous words and flowers bloom, and the soul is better than tonight.
Flowers hold up the awakening of creation, and the rings accompany me to walk on the boundary of the sun.
My soul is covered with rich spring scenery,
From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, a hymn of sunshine.
I know the movement of writing about life and creating exotic flowers and plants.
The words basking in the sun sent me into the dawn, whistling and burning my chest.
The bell goes beyond, ghosts wander, and the chanting stream is smart and wise.
Streams flow through the fertile soil of words, and beautiful words win peace in the starlight.