Transplant to a luxurious courtyard or a modern nursery, or even cross the ocean and live abroad.
Countries, but various attempts have never been successful.
The mottled tree lines are reminiscent.
The girl's fair skin,
Instead of Kou Dan and Rouge,
It's the morning clouds and dusk fog in Changbai Mountain.
The slender trunk is visible.
The girl's slim figure,
Love is not a flower, not a language,
But the wind and rain in northern China.
Without the vitality of Huangshan welcoming pine,
Not as serious as Dr. Dai.
Look up at the sun and shake it in the air.
Long curly hair;
In the ice and snow, green shadows are dancing.
Singing and dancing lightly.
No wonder there are so many suitors,
Because she has a woman's
Beautiful, gentle and elegant.
However, the Vienna Times ...
It's hard to impress her;
Shanglinyuan and Rose Garden ...
She shrugged it off.
Never wanted to transplant to a luxurious city,
I don't want to live in a nursery abroad!
Faced with the axe of tyranny and the will imposed,
She sells incense and jade, and her branches and leaves are withered.
The remains are also green,
The wandering souls of lovers fly home. ...
Beauty is interpreted like this;
In a multi-tone world,
She only belongs to China who gave birth to her and grew up with her;
In the changing times,
She only belongs to the black soil that raised her!
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