When I was young, I always dreamed of being a hero, using my dream as a horse to travel far away.
When I was young, I always had an obsession with love that was unforgettable and never regretted it.
When my temples were rustling, I realized that all that was left of the past was the rusty old sword and the south garden of autumn rain, but what I failed to realize was the beauty under the plum blossoms.
There is a solitary branch of plum shadow in the clear window,
After ten years of lovesickness, I sealed the jade pot.
Don't send red beans far away,
When autumn comes and the rain comes, I am returning to my book.
Love and hate, fame and fortune, will eventually dissipate.
All the waiting with green hair and green hair is just for a wisp of smoke from the kitchen at dusk.