There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and he looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Zhuang Zhou turned into a butterfly, and Pearl shed tears for it. The love has passed away, and the memory is also in despair!
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, will the people who have gone far away still smile in the bush?