marry
Huan die Hua Lian chun yi LAN
You are like a beauty in a flower.
Poplar trees are turning grey.
Si Xi holds hands, cherishes a beautiful marriage, and wishes the flower of love will never fade.
The breeze is blowing gently, and the spring is bright, which makes the wine drunk with the bosom friend.
be homonymous
Lying on the edge of a drunken stream,
The gentle waves are surging with light sails.
Colorful butterflies are playing in the wreath,
Chi Pan slept for two honeymoons.
Don't fly on the willow tree.
Miss spring hurts autumn leaves and dances.
I am deeply touched by the changes between people.