The chilling cicada is miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Since ancient times, passion has hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
I came to this ancient city alone to look for Liu Yong's unruly and romantic days.
I caressed the song "Yulin Bell" engraved on the wall, as if I were caressing that distant memory, so earnestly.
I miss you warmly and deeply.