Crossing the river to pick hibiscus, there are many fragrant grasses in the orchids.
When we first met, there was green smoke, willows, crisp wine and tea, and the beauty was picturesque and graceful.
Who do you want to leave behind? What you are thinking about is far away.
When we meet again, it's the jade hairpin swaying on the gorgeous robe, and the snowy plum blossoms in the cold night wind.
I still look back at my old hometown, the long road is long and vast.
The memories left in the sky are originally a destiny destined to be married, given to the lonely moon in the sky and the dream of mirror flowers.
We are of the same mind and separated, and we end up in sorrow.
Once upon a time, the bald pen was gone, the orchid was once reduced to ashes, there was a time when love and hate both stopped, but it turned out to be a prophecy.