The silk is like silk, and it suddenly becomes a surge. We know each other and indulge in old dreams;
Year after year, the wind changes, and it is empty. The love and stay are all in silence.
She hesitated and looked forward; he raised his eyebrows and feared,
They were the most destined. She would lie down late at night listening to the wind and rain, and his iron horse would fall into his dream.
Their love was deep, she wove an inch of silk handkerchief, and he understood the four-line poem in his heart,
They know people's hearts best. She plots against the wealthy young lady who is ignorant of the world, and he presses hard on the naughty young master who is willing to be at a disadvantage.
They experienced transformation during the turbulent years of the Republic of China. The world was decided, victory or defeat was decided.
But their cleverness led them to be fooled by their cleverness, and all their gains in life were wasted.
The exquisite silk she once loved, eventually became the wedding dress favored by the newlyweds, or was it the white silk that strangled the old man's dream?
The world is in chaos, with thousands of rivers and mountains,
Half-hearted old dreams, fallen plum blossoms recall the fragrance.