I * * * *
* Hi * * * *
* * Huan * * * *
* * * You * * *
* * * * Yao * *
* * * * Yao *
I'm afraid no one knows,
Shi Xin met Yi.
Swift sings, egrets sing,
Heaven and earth make love poems because of you.
Nine days later, the goddess Yaochi came.
It is better to offer Yao juice than to be ashamed.
I hope the landlord likes it. Thank you.