From an ancient well next to okra
The rippling fine lines are still on summer's forehead
Like a mountain, still like water
The sun is cool
All the gaps the wind passes through
Whistling
Including fruit pedicle and bone suture
Yanyan
Will press the cloud head in the warm South
And the morning dew on my trouser legs
Will tick in the grain in the barn
Is the leak mark sweat or inkstone calligraphy ？
Show the light of darkness
The inexhaustible moon in the mountains and the sunset on the river
It's a long letter palace lantern burning the ointment of my body
