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岂曰无衣与子同袍
The Passing Water Is Full Of Foam
How can I say that I have no clothes? Be in the same robe as your son. The king raised his army and repaired my spear. I share the same hatred with my son. How can I say that I have no clothes? Tongze with Zi. The king raised his army and repaired my spear and halberd. Work together with your son. How can I say that I have no clothes? Wear the same clothes as your son. The king raised his troops and repaired my armor. Go with me. --"The Book of Songs·Qin Feng·Wu Yi"
How can I say that I have no clothes? Be in the same robe as your son. The king raised his army and repaired my spear. I share the same hatred with my son. How can I say that I have no clothes? Tongze with Zi. The king raised his army and repaired my spear and halberd. Work together with your son. How can I say that I have no clothes? Wear the same clothes as your son. The king raised his troops and repaired my armor. Go with me. --"The Book of Songs·Qin Feng·Wu Yi"

Qiaoyu in Tsing Yi
Ancient Romance青衣俏玉
The Passing Water Is Full Of Foam
The ethereal sound of the piano lingers in my ears, like a dream or yarn, Exploring the bamboo to find its source, it turned out to be a pretty jade in green clothes. The light rain in the South Pavilion is slightly green, and the patter is falling. There are so many spring sorrows in the mist. The falling bamboo leaves are accompanied by the sound of the piano, and the wind blows up the sand and leaves people in chaos. However, it's hard to do anything, it's just that my heart is confused. My heart is confused for whom, deep in the bamboo shadows of the piano stream.
The ethereal sound of the piano lingers in my ears, like a dream or yarn, Exploring the bamboo to find its source, it turned out to be a pretty jade in green clothes. The light rain in the South Pavilion is slightly green, and the patter is falling. There are so many spring sorrows in the mist. The falling bamboo leaves are accompanied by the sound of the piano, and the wind blows up the sand and leaves people in chaos. However, it's hard to do anything, it's just that my heart is confused. My heart is confused for whom, deep in the bamboo shadows of the piano stream.