The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and cattle and sheep are visible in the windblown grass.

The night in Tianjie is as cool as water. I lie down and watch Altair and Vega.

The flowers are warm, the green cows lie down, and the white cranes sleep high in the pines.

Now we go straight up the Milky Way, to the home of the Morning Glory and the Weaver Girl.

This has always been the case. Why should Niu Shan be alone in his clothes?

On this day, the six armies were stationed together. At that time, the Chinese Valentine's Day was laughing and morning glory.

In the middle of the night, the children are called out to plow at dawn, and the oxen are unable to move.

The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune.

Riding an ox passed the village far away, and the wind of flute could be heard diagonally across the Long River.

I don’t know what the morning glory means, so I have to invite the Weaver Girl to weave a golden shuttle.

Jujube flowers are falling on clothes and towels, reeling wheels are ringing in the south and north of the village, and cucumbers are sold by old willows in cow clothes.

The stars are divided into bullfights, the territory is connected to the Huaihai Sea, and the ten thousand wells in Yangzhou are sealed.

The state's wealth is three times higher than the people's, and the slaughter of cattle is too much to plant grain.

His eyebrows are cold and he points his fingers at thousands of people, and he bows his head and is willing to be a Ruzi Niu.