"Wang Po directed Xipan Fighting Opera"
The dragon and tiger fight each other, and Ximen Jinlian puts the cup. Three cups of spring flowers bloom under the belly. A strong feeling is hard to support. Qingqing, I and I phantom the willow bank, and the skirt petals under the flowers turn over the golden waves. The lady dragon soars into the sea of clouds, and the tiger leaps over the grass and trees to add a fierce wolf. Even tearing and scratching his heart, he threw Da Lang and Erlang early. Lewd sluts want to indulge in lust, want to die and find life and entangle branches. It is like a fighting law field in the rivers and lakes, fighting for life and playing tricks. Looking ahead, the spring is overflowing, and the love and honey lick the sugar. One is unhappy, and the other is close to the dragon. Tea and wine-colored meat and vegetables, dry wood and blazing fire. Try to see how many heroes go, and Fang Feiluo's skirt is wrinkled. Love the sky and hate the sea, and support the spring night to sleep happily.
