I have a dream that I quickly write the poem
The wind will dry cloth ,wow gold
pain coolness all
awake not want to leave with my heart is tired
withdraw the foot of the Dawn
Jingdezhen ceramics known in all over the world,—- social chapter,Pearl Necklace, the country
eyes are motivated, my brothers
migrant workers leave the wash barren hills behind
Do not wash the dust of this whole non-stop emissions and waste
this crazy look and the rich have the game />
<br I am with me and my brothers migrant workers
with the fate of people like my compatriots
I have a dream that I quickly write the poem
you enough to change many of the poems and my own
I imagined that one day my brothers
have their own ideas towards the sea lived a warm
bloom of a happy life full of extraordinary health
