Drink a cup of drunkenness to live in dreams and die, and let the vicissitudes of the world pass. The wind and clouds are rolling and relaxing. The stars change and autumn changes with others. There are always beautiful women and withered bones, and heroes are buried in deserted graves. Lamenting the love in the world, it is nothing more than a prince and a grandson, a beauty but a bad life. He sang a song "Sorrow for the South of the Yangtze River" and started fishing in coir raincoats and bamboo hats.
Ziqiu said: Who let me go down to earth? Who gave me troubles in my life. The sea of suffering is vast, and many people in the world are trapped in it. Qing'er, you are the only one who makes me feel loveable.
Song Yao said: I will always reserve a place for you, waiting for you to come in.
Gongsun He said: Love is like catching wind and shadow. There is no room for miscalculation in this hundred-foot plain scroll, so why can't we have both beauty and country?
Qing'er said: You all get out. . . . .