Poems for transfer students

Li Shutong

Meet sb. leave

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue.

The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.

The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.

The welcome of turbid wine will make me happy, and I will bid farewell to Meng Han tonight.

That's good. We sang this song when our teacher left.