Merry son
Merry son
风流子
Qin Guan
East wind fields are green, Love for, Xingke old Cangzhou.
See Old English plum spit, Liu shake the new green, annoying Spring, but also on the branches.
Cunxin chaos, with the cloud Anan north, east by water leisurely.
Ramp at Mid-levels, dark smoke on both sides of the number of voice flute, a small boat.
Green door with the hand, the former Huan Kee, Yangzhou muddy like a dream.
Who will study heartbroken South street, looking back West Wing.
Count forever, sometimes do, but since the rain, Cihen difficult to break.
Qian said to be pending and the fear of people unhappy.
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