The wind suddenly picked up and blew down the red mud. The scenery you look at: pavilions, pavilions, green water, and green mountains are all the same as before.
The autumn night is slightly cool, the blue hair is dancing, but your gentle gaze is still in my eyes. At that time and today, fate was playing tricks on people, so why were the heavens and the heavens separated from each other? Who can taste sour, sweet, bitter and astringent together with whom?
When I was young, who promised to live forever? Sighing the past mornings and evenings has turned into a beautiful floating shadow, lingering in the idiot's smile in his dreams.