Going into the mountains day after day; the Yellow River has stopped flowing. I’m like a blind person – it’s pointless to even go upstairs
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A poem in the local dialect: Day after day I go into the mountains; the Yellow River’s flow is disrupted. I’m like a blind man – it’s pointless to even try to go upstairs.
I go hiking in the mountains during the day; the Yellow River has stopped flowing. I’m like a blind man – even going upstairs gives me trouble. Walking in the forest at night, with ghosts crying and wolves howling; I took out my phone to check, and it turned out to be sleepwalking. :lol