The flute is clear and clear,
Old things obscure childhood,
Cut the seeds for seven holes,
Fold the reed film to form a garlic rim.
The mouth skin blows through the horizontal bamboo pity,
Fingers sour hemp vertical pipe pity,
Xia Fei Xing sparkles thanks,
The Prancing Horse whips the heart sweet.
2022.1.20
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