Ya Kun Night Reading 丨 Dream Lapo (Audio)

Xiufeng Mountain in the north of Xingcheng

Drag a long tail

Well -winding northeast

The end is rolled with a humble pond

For thousands of years, it has been watching quietly

Like a silly love, day and night

Watching the green bamboo, the rippling Lupo

Little bee is always the first to get up in Lapo

It flashed with wings, always remembered in my heart

There are countless pantye trees extending out of the pond

And climbing tanks and silver flowers

The colorful coquettish is full of shy

Swaying the gloom of the golden flower and silver stamens

Calling people's heart, obsession

Water spiders shuttled back and forth on the silent water surface

Looking anxiously to find its good neighborhood

One who likes to be dormant in the pond

Large mud frog, always swollen with black eyes

Occasion

Even in the dark night of black lacquer, I dare not fight

The flashlight passed by, and quickly jumped into the ponds.

Grasson hiding in the cool weeds to avoid heat

It is also a little anxious

At the foot of the mountain

Under the scorching sun at noon, the burnt soil cracks

Poor cabbage, cucumber, eggplant, purslane, purslane

Pull down your head, silently

Don’t get angry in the past

The owl was fully supported by Akita Rat

Shutan rests on the tree

Smoking with thin mountainside

Like a Tibetan blue skirt

Pull out from the farmer's chimney stove

Exhaust the faint dried grass and rice fragrance

The man who led the shepherd, speed up the steps of returning home

The old son became silent before sunset

Seems to be eavesdropping

The one sitting on the bluestone slab, holding his waist

Old noodles wearing a gray cloak

Too the suffering and vicissitudes of time

Make sigh, in a rainy dusk

The pond swallows the child's child's childish body

For thousands of years, the flower bamboo flowers have fallen again

It's too late

The road plant can't stop crazy, there is no scruple

The little friends were frightened and fled

Some people say that the upper of Lapo

After years, there is a Smurf Spiritin weeping

Tears, like locusting milk white stamens sprinkled with the land

The charming of loofah flowers under the bamboo fence

Also sadly, disappearing on the edge of the night

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