My little hand goes through the strings.
Pinch a beam of sunlight
Clean the corner of the piano room
Birds hover and flowers float in.
Nanfeng northern grassland
The buds of spring are trembling.
Wow, haha, I am an angel.
Xiaozonglv
Seize the whole spring
Just like a pair of close children whispering, I had a dark conversation with two beautiful friends, the secretary.
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Han Yu is listening to Ying Shi playing the piano.
The child was forced not to sleep and was very happy at night.
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Su Shi's Shou Sui
Bamboo and horses gallop, kites are domineering and whistling in the wind.
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Lu You's Watching Village Children Play on the Stream
How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.
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Huang Tingjian's Pastoral Poems