我是一把油纸伞，那姑娘用细手撑开我，行走在小巷。姑娘的身段如摇曳的青柳

I am an oil paper umbrella, and the girl opened me with a thin hand and walked in the alley. The girl's figure is like a swaying green willow, gently brushing the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The rouge-colored begonia buds in the drizzle, like that girl's lips, red and moist. I was thinking about when the cherries will be red, and I saw the girl's low eyes and a smile on her face.

I was an oil-paper umbrella, and the girl held me open with her thin hands and walked down the alley. The girl's body was like a swaying green willow, gently brushing through the smoke and rain of Jiangnan. The grease-colored sea otters are in the drizzle, like the girl's lips, red and moisturized. I was wondering when the cherry would be red, only to see the girl's smiling face sling with shyness.

I am an oil paper umbrella. The girl supports me with her thin hands and walks in the alley. The girl's figure is like a swaying willow, gently brushing the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Rouge Begonia bud in the drizzle, like the girl's lips, red and moist. I was thinking, when the cherry will be red, saw the girl low eyes a smile, the face rippled with shyness.<br>