Beg the poem at the beginning of I Love Qian Hao.

I want to cut it into a piano,

Ai Jin

Not for poverty.

Money is full of waste and green,

A great trip.

My desire interferes

Love the water looks at flowers.

Come day by day

Qiantang landscape connects Suzhou and Taiwan Province,

vast

Zhu Liu

Go through a hundred customs.

I came with the autumn wind,

Aiko is on the frost table.

Money and silk are scarce,

When will Hao Hao return it?

I smell it.

This song sighs deeply,

Love similarity

Holy basil

Make clothes.

Money, knives, children, disciples,

Haoran's tears came back today.