The red sun rises, its bright road. When a river comes down, it pours into Wang Yang. Dive into the depths of the dragon, scales flying. The milk tiger roars in the valley, and all the animals are surprised. Falcon wings, dust suction. Strange flowers and different grasses are born, and they are called emperors. Dry hands can make a difference, but they can also make a difference. The sky wears its gray and the earth wears its yellow. Even if there were years, there were eight famines. The future is like the sea, and there is plenty of time.
Beautiful, I am a young man from China, and the sky is not old! Zhuang Zi, I am a teenager in China, and I have no borders with China!