Count the thrush (
tí
Joue
), and report to wheatgrass. Cherish the spring and break the red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow.
Don't pull strings, you can talk about it. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed, and the lights in the east are not white.