[song] Zhao & nbspding & nbsp --  Niannujiao

[song] Zhao & nbspding & nbsp --  Niannujiao

The winding path of the small garden, the depth of the forest, the beautiful orchid. Bamboo bird unmanned double green feather, flying touch Shanshan cold jade. More want to write a poem, come late to enjoy alone, but fear of hurting Youdu. Why not spend it, a fragrant wine belongs to it. Thinking about the romance of his hometown, Yang Huachun's dream is short, and Huang Liang is first ripe. The white cup must persuade me to wash the honor and disgrace in my chest. Drunken bow to Nanshan, a roar, Xiu from Sao read. If you stay late and go home, the moon still hangs trees.