Long song, Cao Cao's. . . . poetry

Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable. Du Kang is the only solution. Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. But for your sake, I've thought it over. A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano. As bright as the moon, when can I stop? The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off. The weirder, the more useless. Talk about the banquet and miss the old grace. There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south. Three times around the tree, no branches to follow? The mountain will never be too high and the water will never be too deep. The duke of Zhou vomited, and the world returned to the heart. Fried, sir

Long song line: sunflower in the green garden, exposed to the sun. Budze is in Yangchun, and everything is brilliant. I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither. A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west? A lazy youth, a lousy age. Long lines are good for Yuefu, but Cao Cao's is short lines.