The atmosphere in the south of the Yangtze River is misty and rainy. Green willows fly lightly on the embankment, and the sound of rain in the courtyard still echoes around the beams. Take shelter from the rain under the eaves. Suddenly we met, whose young man?
You come from the east, and I go from the east. Standing in the rain with green umbrellas and jade clothes, gazing and smiling, the spring breeze comes, and walks away. Raise your sleeves, leaving only the fragrance of ink.
[He was born in the south of the Yangtze River, and he has a temperament as gentle as jade; he was born as a heavenly king, and he naturally has the respect that he can capture at his fingertips.
When he met him, the disaster came to an end. The calamity is caused by love, the knot is caused by hair.