Congratulations to the groom
Geng Nakan, the partridges are singing, the cuckoos are singing! Crying to the end of spring has nowhere to go, and the bitter hatred of Fang Fei has stopped. Not yet arrived, parting in this world.
Immediately, the pipa gate is dark, the gate is longer, the green chariot is leaving the golden gate. Look at Yanyan and send her back to my concubine.
The general's reputation was ruined after hundreds of battles. Thousands of miles back to the river, old friends will never be seen again. The water is flowing, the wind is cold in the west, and the people's clothes are like snow.
A strong man, but his tragic song is incomplete. The singing bird still knows how to hate, but it never cries clear tears and cries blood. Who will share with me, drunk on the moon?