There are lingering vines and golden terraces. Chang'an residents are old and Orchids are white. The lonely heart, the bright blue lamp, the spring boudoir dream is not over, and the cold pillow listens to the incomplete watch. The sparse branches and star plum blossoms, the bank of Zhizhi are faintly fragrant, the moon in Liangzhou is like water, and the death of a hero is still fragrant.
