I remember when we met at the beginning of the year, the begonias were blooming slightly and the wind was dancing.
This relationship is formed among the fallen red bushes.
Today I see off my guests by the riverside. I have to say goodbye thousands of miles away, and my return date is far away.
The pipa plays in the hand and throat.
You sigh that the world of mortals is full of twists and turns, the duckweeds are easy to scatter but difficult to gather again.
I know that my life is a waste of time, and it is useless to be sad and heartbroken.
It's better to empty the glass of wine and wave your hands to eliminate all thoughts.
When the flying flowers rise again in the Ming Dynasty, I hope you will be happy and don't remember each other.
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