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 crimson Begonia flowers are budding in the drizzle, like the girl's lips, red and moist. I was thinking about when the cherry will be red, and I saw the girl with a low-eyed smile. Shy ripples rippled across his 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, in the drizzle, are like the girl's lips, red and moist. I was wondering when the cherry would be red, only to see the girl smile. There was a shy ripple on my face.

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 flowers, in the drizzle in bud, like the girl's lips, red and moist. I was thinking, when the cherry will be red, saw the girl low eyes a smile. There are shy ripples on my face.<br>