The sky of my hometown used to be blue,
There are white clouds of flowers, like immaculate white sails. White sails wander in the great ocean of blue skies. The color of the ocean is bluer.
At that time, the stars and the heavenly rivers of the night in the sky were close at hand. The moon, clearly seen, Wu Gang cut down the tree.
I often count the stars in reverie, bend the heavenly river, and eat dry rice. That's what the adults say.
Cowherd Weaver Girl, Spoon Star, etc., fly and show off in the hearts and eyes of children.
Today's sky, the day, is always painted,
Today's sky, night, stars and rivers of heaven are gone.
Wu Gang in the moon also stopped cutting down trees. Vaguely, it seems to have changed its line. What to do, maybe already quoted? I don't know.
Adults have no preaching capital, the shadow of the stars in the world, in the minds of children, once rose high.