Song anonymous

A machine, picking mulberry and trying on spring clothes. The weather is sunny, warm and weak. On the peach blossom branch, the warbler whispered and refused to let people go home.

Two machines, pedestrians were immediately delayed. I don't want to give easily. Smile back and the flowers will come back, so as not to be known.

Three machines with a flower in the middle. Delicate red, tender green and bright spring. Be sure to fold it early, one thick and one colorful, and don't treat wheat straw.

Fourth machine, Yuanyang wants Qi Fei. Poor old man, white first, green grass in spring, deep in Han Xiao, relatively bathed in red.

Five machines, the heart secret spirit is tempted. The branches of the acacia tree are connected, and the flowers are double-headed. The two are concentric and a pair of metaplasia.

Six machines with stripes woven with Shen Lang's poems. No one will. Don't talk about sorrow and hate, don't talk about haggard, just send acacia.

Seven machines are playing with flowers. There are more butterflies in the flowers. I stopped the bus for a day and watched it alone in the window shadow for a long time.

After eight machines, Yuanyang knitting hesitated. I'm afraid of being cut lightly. Fly in two places, one comes from hate and then follows.

Nine machines, two flowers, two leaves and two branches. Since ancient times, fickle feelings have often left. From beginning to end, tie your heart with a thread.