The dim old tree gently opens its eyes,
Acacia building in the dusk
The dim old tree gently opens its eyes,
Acacia building in the dusk rain in the sky,
I face the silver hook in melancholy,
I don’t want to climb high With Mochou
You look at the autumn trees in Xiaoxiaoting
Look at Parrot Island
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Old The river is clear at dawn,
The sailing boat is happy to enjoy the green radish,
I see the green spring scenery,
I want to hold back the glazed water waves,
< p>You sing to captivate the city and the country,