What are the poems about daughter village?

Part I: Jade Ice Muscle is as proud as a feather.

Part II: Singing softly, dancing wonderfully, smiling, closing the moon and feeling ashamed of flowers.

Horizontal criticism: dumping cities, dumping villages

daughter

How amazing my daughter used to be.

Smile and smile, and return home with clothes.

Poor flower has no color in front of it.

How mottled the wonderful dance under the moon is.

It's raining all over the sky, which is refreshing.

A glass of light wine and a clear song.

Vanilla musk deer covered with flowers

Well, what can a man do?