Looking at the Jinmeng River, willows are swaying.
I'm from Lujia, and I don't know China's children's songs.
Fold willow songs and say anonymous words.
Athletes must be fast horses, and fast horses must be athletes.
Go under the yellow dust, and then be neither male nor female.
Blowing across the lyrics, folding willows and Lu
Advocate the building to open the door, garden willow yiyi. Birds sing to know the age, and articles change to know the spring.
The leaves show their faces and cry, and the wind and flowers are dancing. You can send messages when you climb mountains and chat, but there are few letters in the army.
Cross-blowing lyrics, folding willows and Shen Quanqi
The jade window shines in the morning sun, and the spring breeze blows in Luo Zhang. Wipe your tears and climb the willows.
White flowers fly through chaos, and yellow birds think differently. My concubine was heartbroken from her liver, and others learned about it.
Blow the lyrics horizontally, fold the willow, and know one.
If you pity the willow in spring, you will miss it if you climb.
My ability rises and falls with this. Why should you stay alone for a long time?
Cross-blowing lyrics, folding willows and Liu Xian
Sasai Sanhe, Mrs. Erchunjin. Blue smoke, willow color, and pink continue to lead the way.
Show pity and cry, think of dancing towels. I can't see you because I'm listening to new music.
Blowing through the Song Dynasty, folding willows and Cui Wei
The scenery in February is half, and I don't return on three sides. I cherish the years, and the willows climb for you.
Shirt sleeves are quilted and hanging strips are brushed. I can't hear the news, but I look at the sun with tears in my eyes.
Wei Chengqing: Blowing Quci and Folding Willow
Wan Li Border Town, Sanyang Festival in March. Leaves are like eyebrows in the mirror, flowers are like snow outside the customs.
Recruit people to think far away from home and advocate female high-rise buildings. I am reluctant to throw away my years, I am full of love.
Blow words and fold willows, Ouyang Jin
The weeping willows brushed the dressing table and the leaves were half open. See you in the branches of the years, walking and thinking about music.
The tender color is suitable for the new rain, and the light flowers are accompanied by plums. I'm tired of climbing the DPRK. When will I return it?
Blowing songs and folding willows, Zhang Hu
Peach red brothel Shu, watery Yang Zhong Yuechun. It's not like my concubine is jealous of her waist.
The dance band broke, and Jiao E waved leaves. Playing a few songs is one's biggest worry.
Cross-blowing lyrics, folding willows and Zhang Jiuling
Delicate willows, holding this to send lovers. How expensive is a branch? Compassion is the spring in my hometown.
The evening scenery can be long, but it is not as good as new. I am more worried about receiving customers and keeping customers, and I am worried about the dust in the old border town.
Blow the song horizontally, fold the willow and prolong life.
The road connects the countryside, and willows are planted on both sides. When you can't see me, you will wander for a long time.
Birds live on the branches at the edge, and the male goes to the female to sing alone. Yu Hua complains about the late spring, and autumn is overcast from the micro moon.
Sit by the window and watch butterflies and climb branches and leaves. The wind has been blowing for a long time. How elegant my concubine is.
I saw the new high-rise buildings in Liuyuan in April and May. Don't play the songs of Houthi armed forces, or you will worry about killing the leader.
Blow the lyrics, fold the willows and Meng Jiao.
Willow has many short branches, and many short branches leave. The ceremony is far and tired, and the soft strips hang down.
Youth has certain festivals, but there is no time for parting. But don't worry about people and don't complain about being late.
Mo Yan has short branches with Sauvignon Blanc in them. Zhu Yan and Populus cathayensis are in the period of separation.
The spring breeze has passed upstairs, and willow songs are in front of the wind. Branches are not bitter, and grievances last for more than a year.
Hua Jing Xue, Ye Ying is late at the beginning. No one can leave here and be stationed in Jiaohe.
Cross-blowing lyrics, folding willows and Li Duan
Climb willow leaves in Dongcheng, and the willow leaves follow the grass. Young people are not young, young people are aging.
Willow trees are covered with Sichuan and Ganges, and it hurts to climb high. Rain and smoke are light and desolate, and trees are close to Xiang Jun.
Send you a willow tree, the color will last forever. Don't touch the towel on the guest, the beauty is turning back.
Xinliu gives you a ride, and Guliu hurts you. Suddenly crossed the border and danced out of the old camp.
Sui family is on both sides of the strait, and Tao family is five glorious. The evening is sad, and there are birds singing in the spring mountains.
Blowing songs, folding willows and Weng flags
Then the front edge is reflected on Mozi's golden embankment, and tourists leave this song everywhere. Yin moved to the weeds of ancient defense,
The flowers in the setting sun are far away. Teenagers blow snow on the stage, and women in the building pick green moths.
Diligently climb and give to travelers, and go to the mountain in rain and snow.