In the year of Yingxiang, a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place, and Wang Xianggu (Sydney) is not a fairy coming down, and a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place. If the city is full of joy, it is like a legend into poetry. The shadow of the past year should still be there, tonight
author：Wang Xianggu
Hundreds of blossoms bloom in the New Year
Wang Xianggu (Sydney)
Could it be that the fairy came down to the mortal and a hundred flowers bloomed one after another.
If the city is full of joy, it is like a legend into poetry.
In previous years, Qianying should still be there, and tonight the new makeup will be cut.
The love and infatuation were not exhausted, and the Buddha wandered with tears in his eyes.
In the year of Yingxiang, a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place, and Wang Xianggu (Sydney) is not a fairy coming down, and a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place. If the city is full of joy, it is like a legend into poetry. The shadow of the past year should still be there, tonight
In the year of Yingxiang, a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place, and Wang Xianggu (Sydney) is not a fairy coming down, and a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place. If the city is full of joy, it is like a legend into poetry. The shadow of the past year should still be there, tonight
In the year of Yingxiang, a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place, and Wang Xianggu (Sydney) is not a fairy coming down, and a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place. If the city is full of joy, it is like a legend into poetry. The shadow of the past year should still be there, tonight
In the year of Yingxiang, a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place, and Wang Xianggu (Sydney) is not a fairy coming down, and a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place. If the city is full of joy, it is like a legend into poetry. The shadow of the past year should still be there, tonight
In the year of Yingxiang, a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place, and Wang Xianggu (Sydney) is not a fairy coming down, and a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place. If the city is full of joy, it is like a legend into poetry. The shadow of the past year should still be there, tonight
In the year of Yingxiang, a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place, and Wang Xianggu (Sydney) is not a fairy coming down, and a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place. If the city is full of joy, it is like a legend into poetry. The shadow of the past year should still be there, tonight
In the year of Yingxiang, a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place, and Wang Xianggu (Sydney) is not a fairy coming down, and a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place. If the city is full of joy, it is like a legend into poetry. The shadow of the past year should still be there, tonight
In the year of Yingxiang, a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place, and Wang Xianggu (Sydney) is not a fairy coming down, and a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place. If the city is full of joy, it is like a legend into poetry. The shadow of the past year should still be there, tonight
In the year of Yingxiang, a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place, and Wang Xianggu (Sydney) is not a fairy coming down, and a hundred ephemeral flowers bloom in the first place. If the city is full of joy, it is like a legend into poetry. The shadow of the past year should still be there, tonight
