The night is cold and dew, the day is covered with dust, and the wind and rain throw themselves.
Full of heroism, never changing, a plow warms the spring light.
(the second song)
Singing a desolate song and blowing a strong wind, the fire cows rushed to the array to show their strength.
A sharp knife with two horns and four hooves is still famous in history books!
(The third song)
Snacks for the people, I am one head taller than my western neighbor;
The whole country is striving for eight guarantees, and China is as heroic as an ox.
(the fourth song)
I don't lose heart when I kick into the soil, and I work hard day and night in a hurry.
All flesh and blood are dedicated, and there is no intention of asking for a penny.
(the fifth song)
Ghosts and ghosts are famous all over the world and have been working hard for ten years.
Unfair, conscience.
(the sixth song)
If you get rich, you must start from the beginning, and Hui Ze, agriculture, rural areas and farmers have a head start;
Pay your children and grandchildren hard money and plant early whipping cows.
(the seventh song)
Kindness, integrity and loyalty, suffering is not afraid of poverty.
After hunting the nameless list and throwing away the horse, I will give the sweet milk to the people.
(the eighth song)
He also said that the lives of cattle and horses are extremely suspended and isolated from each other.
Bole only knows a thousand miles, and it is important to know that food is the sky!
(ninth place)
The people are rich and the country is strong, and the financial storm blows;
Whips sound in addition to the night, and report Zhu to the ugly cow.
(the tenth song)
If you don't want to be lofty, you don't want to be poor.
Sweat, sediment, grass and soil moisten, just for cultivating a beautiful garden and spring.
(bit 1 1)
The stock index rises and falls because of people, and the Year of the Ox has not yet arrived.
Although the rat period is dark and spring is near, why talk about the bustling city god?
(no.12)
During the thunder in China in October, when the old cow was running.
Pengcheng rises in the spring tide and strives to see the vanguard style.
(no.12)
In the morning, I dye the setting sun to send milk fragrance, and at night I weave Xiajin Ben.
It's no use dancing in the cold winter and snow. Tear off the fur to warm everyone.
(no.13)
Why search for poems? There are landscapes to write about everywhere;
A thousand lines depend on horses, and one mistake makes a cow.