Fireworks are splendid in people's hearts, and the sky is bright. The tide rises and falls. It's so miserable. I'm waiting for you at the head of the river, but you're nowhere to be seen. The sea breeze ruffles my hair. I urge you to leave and think about it. My heart is no longer there. When is the return date? The plum blossoms are red in the deep courtyard. The silence in the space is the west wind. I am jealous of you. My true meaning is so sad that I can't forget it. The arrow pierces the heart and the orioles sing and the swallows pluck the strings. The pipa is mixed with the piano and the swing is covered with dust. The setting sun slants down the mountain without a seal. Alone in the empty city, sighing on the road, looking back, the scenery is gone
Buried a new pit out of boredom: The First Life of Chang'an: Hai Lanzhu
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