The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick.
If we hadn't seen him at the top of the jade mountain, he would have met at Yaotai under the moon.
——Li Bai's "Qing Ping Diao"
Qunyu said, Huanong, don't cry, we will be together forever soon, and no one will bother us anymore...
Xiangrong said, Huanong, don't go, please, don't go, he will kill you...