If you have to drum up, why can't the flute be silent?
Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang?
There is no doubt that we live in an alley in Qiantang. When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this.
Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine use time.