English Tibetan school poems

The apricot trees in the garden are drunk.

It's always like this,

Full of red stoves and full of wine.

Take a variety of red medicines until you come back in spring.

The beauty sighed and let go.

So as to get rid of the Confucian crown and follow a captain.

Brother Dan may fall into,

The beloved drunkard in apricot garden.

Life is often like this,

Vibrant Lu Hong glass.

All kinds of Yao Hong come back in spring,

Beauty Yan Rong sighed wearily.

So as to take off the laurel of Confucianism from Xiao Wei.