The wind blows, three ripples
Push away, Tang's bleak
Sitting in the middle of the Pavilion
All of a sudden, the fragrance of oranges came to me
Distracted, liuhou corner
With the fragrance, out of the tower
All over the field, remind me secretly
You planted 200 orange trees
Winter fat, you bow
After exhausted sprouting
The year the orange turned red
Who is willing to stand for the citrus pavilion
You go away, peeling off layers of memory
The fragrance of citrus is refreshing
The quatrains of a thousand years, the green mud of thousands of generations
The oranges on the edge of the city are dyed red
The wind blows, three ripples
Push away, Tang's bleak
Sitting in the middle of the Pavilion
All of a sudden, the fragrance of oranges came to me
Distracted, liuhou corner
With the fragrance, out of the tower
All over the field, remind me secretly
You planted 200 orange trees
Winter fat, you bow
After exhausted sprouting
The year the orange turned red
Who would you like to stand for
You go away, peeling off layers of memory
The fragrance of citrus is refreshing
The quatrains of a thousand years, the green mud of thousands of generations
The oranges on the edge of the city are dyed red
Who would you like to stand for
You go away, peeling off layers of memory
The fragrance of citrus is refreshing
The quatrains of a thousand years, the green mud of thousands of generations
The oranges on the edge of the city are dyed red
Who would you like to stand for
You go away, peeling off layers of memory
The fragrance of citrus is refreshing
The quatrains of a thousand years, the green mud of thousands of generations
The oranges on the edge of the city are dyed red
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