The courtyard is deep and graceful with dancing butterflies. Can the old folding fan given to you still be used to cool the air?
There are so many red papers that it's hard to make an appointment for the best time. God may the years come back and the time of return never come again?
Years have passed, half a lifetime has passed, and I think about the past, really think about it, and spend a lot of time thinking about it.
The years are written with bare hands, crowned with robes, and the past is as prosperous as snow.
The path is filled with fallen reds, and I am sleeping among the flowers. The wounded scenery is as empty as the moon.
Holding wine and tracing the fan, lingering on the jade cup, drunken dreams bring back thousands of memories.
A literary young man with a romantic life;
A sinister prince seeks to love the world;
A gentle emperor, full of love for both the government and the public.
Is it love or hate, leaving or staying?
Will you only be miserable for half of your lifetime?
The years of loving you are half of my life, but it takes all my energy.