Jie Lian Lian Zhou Bangyan (Song Dynasty)
There is no basis for resentment. The lover is cut off, and the trust is far away. The skillful hand can untie the chain, like wind scattering and rain collecting, mist light and cloud thin. The Swallow Tower is empty, covered in dark dust and a bed of strings. If you want to move the roots and change the leaves, it's just the old days, planting red medicine by hand.
Du Ruo gradually grew up in Tingzhou. The material boat is moving to the shore, and the people are at the corner of the sky. I remember that the music and writings of that day were all about burning up the gossip. Shuiyi comes back in spring, send me your hope, the plum calyx in the south of the Yangtze River. Fighting for this life, drinking flowers and drinking wine, shedding tears for her.