On the side of the hut are red grass and trees
Flowers bloom in oblivion and loneliness
In the wind, the spring news is transmitted to the rockery near the water
The water in the lake in my eyes never dried up
Always in the sight of the extreme hustle and bustle of the lake
Ten thousand horses gallop, the waves are magnificent
Walk in the land where the poet lived
The brilliant sunshine that came out a thousand years ago
Walk through the crevices of the lush bamboo forest and over the roof of the grass hall
It is still illuminating this hut that has been broken by the autumn wind and leaked through the rain
The green willows and blue sky in front of them were still there, and the yellow oriole and the egret went to the far side
Wings stirred up a moving sound in the historical sky
The storm of August is so merciless and unrighteous
Roll up the triple thatch on the roof and break through the stormy thatched sky
Wet drowsiness
Awaken in the long, moonless night
Those who are silent and ignore are due to understanding
It is a wordless wound that is healed after the pain is torn
"Ande Guangsha tens of millions of rooms, shelter the world's cold people are happy"
Plump ideals with realistic bone feeling in the hut
The roar ignited a flame that illuminated the night
A deafening modern voice
Cut through the sky a thousand years later, screaming
"The house is for living, not for frying"
Only a small snail crawling with a hard shell
A relieved head emerged from its shell and teardrops flowed
Buddha, I saw a huge snail on the thatch of the grass hall
Crawl the thatch that withers time
A trail of dampness left behind
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