The peaches and plums are young, the jianjia is green, and the beautiful woman has fallen into the water.
No matter what happens, it's okay to suffer, and don't be hurt by your feelings.
After drinking a glass of wine, my eyes were full of tears, but I was laughed at by the idiot.
After many ups and downs, I shared the same clothes with my son, singing and singing happily all night long.
——The golden palace, the stormy battlefield, what was glorious in the past is still shining brightly in the annals of history.
Burnt palaces, abandoned corpses on the battlefield, the disillusioned ones in the past are nowhere to be found now.
Everything has changed a long time ago. Except for this name, no one remembers it. There have been several bloody storms here, and there have been several spring breezes that cannot reach far away after passing through the battlefield.
Only they are here, they can only remember here, alone.
They became dry bones, and here we came, singing meaningless songs and sharing with them.
In vain.