Chongyang remembers Jun
Text/Wang Ping (Mu Xi Yan Yan)
The wind was blowing cold and the air was blowing, and There was a little Bit of Dew Watson.
Danfeng dance on the ridge, chrysanthemum in front of the mountain.
The reeds shake the snow, and the geese love the autumn sound.
Ninety-nine Junhua birthday, memorialization of butterflies.
