Classical Chongyang

The wind sent them far and far,

The sound echoed.

Throughout the moon, the dance of the willow,

Missing it, it hurts so badly,

The face is pale.

Listening to bamboo flute, autumn water,

Yuner was attracted by them,

Raise your hand.

Chung Yeung Festival, the reunion of the reunion,

Standing on the proud mountain,

You can't "fill in less than one person."

Blue sky is old, don't want to meditate alone!

Sixth grade: burning China