Chaoyang poetry

Japan's border is clear and civilized, and I would like to ask Asahi.

The morning dew shines and the stars are purple.

Pass me the melody of Chaoyang language, give up smoking and buy mountains.

Hanma also knows how fast it is to return to Italy. Chaoyang has been greeted by old friends.

Chaoyang is in trouble, relying on the river.

Life is the morning dew, and things become waves on the water.

Morning Tianzhu Mountain, Hideyama Hall.