I have walked through three thousand rivers, only to take a gourd to drink, and I am no longer lonely. I have kissed the peach blossoms and misty rain towers in the south of the Yangtze River, and no one listens to the silk and bamboo.
I'm afraid no matter how much you love or how much you hate, you can only cry when you hear the sound of the flute, how many people will know that the heart-breaking poison is called lovesickness.
The sound of horse hooves disappears, the lotus flowers bloom and fall, red and pink reflect the green bamboo, and the woman listens with tears to the song of the acacia bird, guarding the eternal tree.
I'm afraid that the fate is gone and people forget that it will be in vain in the end. How many people understand that it is like butterflies flying apart and wild geese forgetting their way back.
Staying with each other for a long time, it is the bluebird crying all over the building listening to the wind and rain, sighing in the sky, and the silk mandarin duck embroidery falling bit by bit and dying.
I don't want to hate, Xiao's voice looked at me with pity, the scholar said, if we are destined to meet again in the second half of our lives.
Selected from Zhang Ruohan's "Long Stay"