Tangli leaves fall, staining the ground with rouge color;
The buckwheat flowers are blooming, and a tree is scented with white snow;
Deep in the fog, who is leading the ups and downs;
The fireworks are dazzling, where will love finally go?
The wind blows through the heavy door and the deep courtyard is cold, but because of a misunderstanding, I have no choice but to step into the world of mortals.
Does a piece of red paper seal a lifetime of bad luck, or does a mandarin duck brocade seal this period of ups and downs in life?
He drank tea calmly and crushed the fireworks of this prosperous age;
For the sake of love, he plays the elegant strings and plays a piece of youth;
When the dust has settled, who still remembers the oath in Chang'an, who is still waiting, and who is too serious.