Give me papaya,
Give it back to Joan.
So is the bandit newspaper,
Always feel good!
Give me a peach,
Reward it with Qiong Yao.
So is the bandit newspaper,
Always feel good!
Give me a plum,
Return the favor to Joan.
So is the bandit newspaper,
Cherish and love forever
There are trees in the south, and the book of songs is Han Guang.
There are trees in the south, don't worry;
There are women on the Han River who want to pursue the impossible.
Han is too broad to swim;
The river is so long that it is impossible to take a raft.
The salary is wrong and the words are awkward;
The girl is getting married, so feed the horse quickly.
Han is too broad to swim;
The river is so long that it is impossible to take a raft.
The salary is wrong and the words are awkward;
The girl is getting married, so feed the foal quickly.
Han is too broad to swim;
The river is so long that it is impossible to take a raft.
The Book of Songs
There are elms in the south and kudzu in the tired.
Music is only for a gentleman, and happiness is only for him.
There are elms in the south, and nothing grows.
Happiness is only for gentlemen, and happiness is for yourself.
There are elms in the south, and arrowheads are entangled in them.
Happiness is only a gentleman, and happiness is success.
That's all I know. I hope I can help you a little.