The Richness Is Like Dream Water Flowing Eastward

Going up to the small building alone with the setting sun on my back, whose jade flute sounds so quiet. A row of white geese is far away in the sky at dusk, and the ground is covered with yellow flowers. The preface of the surprise section, sighing about the ups and downs. The richness is like dream water flowing eastward. Things in the world are depressing, so don't ask Hengtang about your old travels. The richness is like a dream, and the water flows eastward. On the border of the dream, there are several songs, clouds and dreams, and several places where people lean on the railing and miss the autumn. A casual encounter has created a lifelong entanglement. The palace is deep, the open and covert fights, the smiles are like flowers, and the secret hatred of Xin Sui. Is Zhuang Zhou dreaming of butterflies or butterflies? Zhuang Zhou, his own story is the protagonist. The dust is gone with the horse, the moon is sailing by boat, but in the end it is the person I love most who gives me the cruelest ending...