There are fifty strings of Jinse for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo.
The bright moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.