The Southern and Northern Dynasties were one of the most turbulent eras in Chinese history. There were countless stories during the three hundred years of chaos, and this is just one of them. There is no too intense emotion, a set of poems can sum it up enough.
Good times will never come again, farewell will come in a moment. On the side of Pingying Qu road, I was holding my hand and wandering wildly.
Looking up at the floating clouds, they suddenly pass each other. Once the storm is lost, everyone is in a corner of the sky.
Long should we bid farewell to each other from now on, and we will get back together again. Desire is blown by the morning breeze, and I send my son with a humble body.
It's hard to see a happy event again, and three years are a thousand years. Lining the river, I carry long tassels, and I think about my son in a long and sad way.
Looking from afar, the sad wind is coming, but I can't repay you with wine. Pedestrians are thinking about the road ahead, how can they comfort me from my sorrow?
There is a unique cup of wine, which is tied to the child.
Hand in hand, we go up the river to Liang, where are the wanderers at dusk? Wandering on the side of the road, unable to say goodbye.
It's hard for travelers to stay for a long time, everyone talks about longing for each other. Knowing that it is not the sun and the moon, it is time to look at the strings.
Work hard to uphold virtue, and keep your head bright for the future.
By the way, the author is not familiar with the history of the Southern and Northern Dynasties. This is just a historical fan, not history. If there are any flaws, please feel free to point them out. Please be lenient with other details.
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