Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 51 (Hundred Years of Solitude)
The wind blows thousands of miles,
Spring home tour.

The willows are floating,
Loquats hit the branches.

Swift in front of the house,
The cattle are in the back of the house.

Until the age goes,
Invite Yi to stay here.

Intoxicated and not worried about returning,
The beauty lies on the pillow.

I am a straggler in the dusty world,
Half-drunk like a romantic.

(End of this chapter)