Who can help write two Tibetan poems "Wang Ruixi" and "Chen"? If you have, you will be very grateful.

Wang's business can be rewarded by doing Kun.

Trust is piling up.

Xixi is like spring in Kunming.

The beauty is still dreaming in the brothel.

Chen Mo's words are very clear:

Family knowledge is extremely difficult to say.

The head of Tao is full of white clouds,

A handsome priest hid from the smell.