Seven-character Tibetan poems that meet each other late.

How many lovesickness are there across the river?

Jianshuo Feng Chun steamed cuisine

I don't hate Wu across the Yangtze River.

It's late, the tree is high, and the breeze is blowing.

Acacia one night plum blossom hair

See other people's children and think of them.

I wish I could hold the bright moon.

I came here to pay my respects in my later years.

Accompany plum blossom for life

It's clear when you see people.

I hate splashing water in the country.

I hope you can succeed in my old age.

Meet Mana and say hero

Let's talk about dreaming first.

I hate grass and shake it to Chunbi.

The idea of reunion at the end of the year is getting better and better.

Hope to adopt! Thank you!