Author: Zheng Chouyu
Every night, the stars come to fetch water from my roof.
I lay on my back at the bottom of the well. What a deep well.
Since the skylight
It's like uncovering ice and snow with your hands.
── I am the spring that the Northern Emperor can't extricate himself.
The planetesimals are all beautiful, and one cycle takes up seven nights.
What about the little blue star in the south?
The spring has been hanging on the wall.
The noisy pottery bottle in that town hasn't been hung yet.
Ah, the stars are beautiful.
In the dream, there is only one name.
That name is as comfortable as running water. ...