Ancient poems about table tennis

I love you, Ping-pong (the third poem in the series). I love you, Ping-pong, I love you, Ping-pong. Your cheerful melody, your cheerful melody and the bell of the Year of the Ox make up a beautiful ensemble. It formed a beautiful ensemble. You are a magnificent sport, and you are an outstanding commander. You played a man's heroic pride and ignited the enthusiasm of the golfers. It inspires the ladies' sonorous roses. There is love here, calling for the spring breeze inside and outside the stadium. There is passion here! I love you, table tennis, ...

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