Three years of frantic searching, five years of foolish waiting, recalling the past.
The bamboo shadows are slanting, and the years are lost.
The phantoms meet again, and all the blue hairs are gone.
Holding an empty hand in one hand, there is a heavy dew, only a shadow, and the cry of blood can be heard.
In a moment of anger, half of the country is covered by rivers and mountains thousands of miles away.
The white jade phoenix soared in the sky and was lost in the clouds.
Treasures fall into the garden, and purple flowers dance all over the autumn sky.
Looking down at the world, dressed in arrogant red clothes.
After strategizing, everything comes naturally, with just a thin lip.
White clothes beat the snow, and the folding fan is closed.
Accompany each other, enjoy the blossoming of cherry blossoms and plum blossoms, and the blooming of tea.
The flowers are covered with dust and mud, and the branches are connected to each other.