He said that the girl played the music really well.
He said that tung flowers, the flower of the Qingming Festival, are a bit cooler.
He said, Mutong, I want to take you home.
Du Muzhi, why did I believe you? How could you be willing to tie your life to me if you are so lucky to the brothel? It's because I thought too much.
This is a love that spans a thousand years, the entangled love a thousand years ago, and the helpless reunion a thousand years later. Everything involves that familiar poem:
It rains heavily during Qingming Festival
Pedestrians on the road want to die
May I ask where the restaurant is?
The shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance