Tun-huang Caves
Like a horse under the belly
Hung a bucket only
Breaking the sound drops of milk ears -
Far as the ears of people tearing grassland
Came to this last valley
He tore the ear
Hanging ears
Tun-huang is a thousand years ago
From a forest fire
In a strange valley
Mulberry in the final - and I exchanged
The place of salt and food
I built before the next cave painting in the death of you
Finally, the image of a handsome man
Head to a squirrel
To a female bee
In order to make them pregnant again in the spring