Sneak into the city
I am a thousand fire veins
I am a bunch of potters.
Dream of the black cup grass temple
Dream of red Emirates bull with fine horns
For thousands of years
It’s me. You dream endlessly.
Huangshui
burst door open
The chime flashed through the thick forest mast
once again
I sank everyone in the eternal river.
We fell to the kang.
Granny’s long ballad
Pull it up.
Science, heaven, yellow bird, Gu Qiao.
Pull it up.
Soak in ancient oil
The root is the darkest and brightest lamp.
I sit.
Sit in one’s own simple wishes
Drink water.
Sing and move
Gradually sacred in mobile broadcasting
Cheng never narrates his achievements.
The poor take turns raising my children for me.
Masons walked along the river bank.
Erect a cave
A statue of happiness.
We live in Mintian.
Ballad day
Among ox-cart relatives
