The red maples turn into smoke, the temple bells are raining at night, and the firewood leaves cover up dreams.
When they met, one hated officialdom and fame and fortune, while the other wanted to live in seclusion in the mountains.
The red light is broken, the flute plays the quicksand, and the poems are written on Jian Jia.
He stole his thoughts, and he also remembered his oath.
What is lovesickness? Where is the love-sickness? Why lovesickness?
That night the red candles were burning, and I raised my glass to invite the moon to talk.
No matter how many dreams you have had, why are you so longing for me in this calamity?