The post rides the silk road with flowers and leaves.
Laughter is like spring breeze, but it is like poetry.
Like before, like before, like the first time a beautiful woman met you.
Second: Qinyuanchun
Spring blossoms, the wind hunts dust, and the post station rides fast.
Today is my humble Jing Fang's birthday, a good day; It's a good time to meet at home.
Separated by three mountains, it is divided into two waters, and the ancient post is surrounded by Qingjiang River.
Red box cover, carved dragon and embroidered phoenix, inlaid.
Concentric Wan Li then bathed in orchid poems.
More stormy waves, pin coagulation magic hatred; Jade bone, Ice Muscle, Xian Zili.
Enjoy the old age, the leisure Silk Road and the Pearl River in jathyapple.
Pour a cup of music, smile in return, and hold roses in your hand.