Don't cry poor, no one will give you money
Don't cry poor, no one will give you money
When idle desires linger, the zither plays leisurely in the quiet hall
Who is the romantic traveler in the Three Qin lands? No words can capture the beauty of the crimson clouds
This is Rong Cheng Tai Jun, standing before the old He Xing hall
Don't risk your descendants' future by spreading rumors, the clear springs yield only red fish
Idle magpies chatter, disrupting the spring sorrow; long memories of her talent, a vast and expansive scale
The sound of step-stone bells brought by step-stone, followed by the retreat of the imperial guards at Xihai Hall
(Agriculture, beautiful writing, chicken soup, positive energy)
Reflect on our lives, savor the diverse aspects of life
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Don't cry poor, because no one will give you money
