Be full of stones
River moonlight dissolved the head.
I never woke up.
tooth
grow
Rhythm, friction and hatred
Weeping geese
Behind it is a mountain with buried swords.
Behind the mountains is March.
Border children
Require natural growth
Each species is an oriental building.
I’m going to smash their door.
I want to bury the clear dream river, the black pine forest and the wheat field.
Mountain oats in March and May
Stand by the sword
Chief
Zhi Tian yin ri
Dozens of trees have grown into human figures.
I am watching over you at the source of water.
Four species
I have spasms.
Plow is my thirst for blood.
convulsion
The grandchildren tore their shoulders in pain.
I was dismembered and stabbed.
Iron blood meat
Fly in all directions
The seed explodes but goes away.
Punch my skull roughly
Blood injection makes eyes brighter.
The land breeds land nervously.