Very Taoist!

The sun is setting, the shadows are passing over the wall, and the child is carrying the wind through the long alley. The colorful clouds are wound around the thread as thin as hemp, and the loving mother gently twists it to make clothes slowly. Horses are kneaded from mud, sheep are woven from straw, and the flocks of sheep move south in the clouds. There are thousands of hectares of yellow fields in the south, and the old warehouses are full of grains when autumn comes. Skip stones, cross the wild pond, and fill the water with the moonlight. Wash away the mud and frost of the old years, and exchange them for the fragrance of new wheat in the Ming Dynasty The bamboo horse shakes and the bells jingle, swinging over the fence and falling into sleep. In the dream, there is no wind or waves, and houses are lined up along the road. The wind blew over the eaves, the bell rang softly, and grandma leaned against the window swinging the fan. It is said that when the spring comes, the water will be warm, and the new clothes will be cut, so that you can return home. Go to sleep, go to sleep, son of a bitch, in the dream the wheat ears are already playing. A basket of gold comes with a basket of yellow, wake up with a good day by your side Sister, sister, are we going to live a good life?