Who says leisure time lasts forever? Every time spring comes, the melancholy still remains. I often get sick and drink in front of flowers every day, and my beautiful face looks thin in the mirror.
There are willows on the Qingwu embankment by the river. I want to ask about new sorrows. Why do they happen every year? The wind on the independent bridge fills the sleeves, and the new moon people in Pinglin return
Concept: Dielianhua