Drunk River basin
Poet: Zheng Chouyu
Drunk River Basin (a)
Bagpipes, said men in the number of childhood
Bagpipes man
Get wind of the bamboo with the whole city
Although they grew up loving to sing the same song
The throat is sad
To flow through the years Qiqiyiai
That loss of the two sides are waiting for spring plowing and winter with the Pan
The notes of a broken river splashes
Upstream of many stalagmites breath flowers blue bell
The lower than much better than the rustling
The cry of good horses along the river
Remembered childhood love to sing that song
Sad days Qiqiyiyi to flow through the throat
Flow through the strait without plowing
The two sides agreed ah still dedicated to the Virgin with
Drunk River Basin (b)
They looked at the empty cup every night
(When the brothers had _set_ off on the drinking wives really like it!)
Yes, on the pleasure boat is slamming
Start of the
Marriage on the masts that stand in the sixth
They looked at the red candle every night
(When the brother who is deceased and who has been regarded as wives ni!)
The whole basin is a brown plant growth
(I am similar to a lamp post wrapped in so!)
Then they let the wind swelled the black cloak
The magnificent city as an earthquake
Ah the night they pay very slow very slow neck and nailed to the cross on it |
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