The three ladies in the next door are called Spring Peach
The name is like a person, and the face is good
A pair of dimples
Always filled with sweet smiles
When the peach blossoms bloom
She was married to an old cousin from a neighboring village
On the day I returned to my mother's house, the sun shone brightly
Magpies in the paulownia tree at the door
Twittering and cheering
A fragrant wind blew
Almost smoked me down
I followed all the way
Trot after the ass
She secretly stuffed me with a few pieces of candy
I lost my soul
Lie down on the wooden lattice window
While sucking on the candy, he looked at her
Long black hair
Slim waist
Cold, her second brother from behind
Kicked me a big foot
Since then, I have no longer thought about right and wrong
Often alone
Hide in the house
Or in a daze
Or eat peaches vigorously