Butterfly Po Lvqian Qian Xie flute
Poet: Yang Mojiu
In the Valley floor, Zhong Ren, two eyebrow frown green.
Called the cloud through January, Wang Chu blowing mangosteen.
Memory for worry off who complain, sitting in a guest, remember that in, Pingyang places.
Tears profit projects.
Hundred thousand turn the sound phase continued.
Tingbei listen hard enough.
Tao old glory days of sea breeze 谩 song.
Smoke cloud unhappy miserable night, Qian Jun intoxicated, see tomorrow, Mei Yu shoot. |
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