Who is singing Jian Jia on the west bank of the lake?
The white gauze reflecting the moon graces whose time?
Who is listening to play the pipa at the sunset above the building?
Singing in a low voice subverts whose glory.
Women are strong and men are strong, not women. As the old saying goes. I'm new here, so don't complain if you don't like me. Thank you for your cooperation, hehe