You said that when the peach blossoms bloom on Moshang, I will promise you ten miles of red makeup. But now that the peach blossoms are gone, spring comes again... Where are you?
At the corner of the east tower, the peach blossoms are fading. The clear flute played all night, the windows were rolled up, and the cold wind blew away. The moon is half hooked in the west sky, and the red face is cracked. The clear ink is condensed on an inkstone, like my gauze tent, with a sad mood.
Xu Jun is fleeting and living in dreams.
In spring, there is a gentle breeze and drizzle, and the peach blossoms are beginning to bloom on the street. You will never come again. We can only recognize each other secretly.