At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he was already wandering.
Feet are busy with the road, and there is constant famine.
Occasionally, moonlight illuminates sorrow.
The heart is related to the hometown, and the road is long and long.
Swim in all directions and lower the bowel.
When others beckon, I rejoice.
Like a bird soaring, like a fish in pairs.
Inevitably... Inevitably...
The fisherman's net is stretched, and the hunter raises his gun.
More heartbreak, no sound.
The lonely shadow is miserable, and there is no wine to be coveted.
Cold night fans, where is the dew today?
What does spirits hurt? Drinkers are frivolous.
Not afraid of three nine, I have yellow sorghum.
If you meet Lu Sheng, talk again.
The light shines at dawn and the sun shines.
Eyebrows hanging white frost, one by one into soup.
Cross the river and sail away with dreams.
Little Joe grooms, because there is Zhou Lang.
Sparks of fire, east wind and chang.
Red boat painting boat, horizontal flute to make Qiang.
The song is flying and dancing, slightly neon clothes.
The heart is racing, and the paddle is short.
What is the foothold? Only the water center.
The heavens are sounding the waves, and the boats are injured.
Finally mourning one side, no longer wandering.
One day to pick up waste, one day to build walls.
The city is high and long, covering the sun.
Day and night are quiet, and I feel even more sad.
Time passes and the moon moves, and the thought wanders.