Flowery

He lit a lamp at night and read the Four Books and Five Classics several times It was his childhood sweetheart and sweetheart who was standing by. She took a look at Jing Chai's cloth skirt under the lamp Watch him study hard for ten years in a cold window and vow to get into the Golden Palace Sending my beloved to the ferry, she said she would be waiting for you all her life. He said that when I get my name on the gold medal list, I will definitely live up to your tenderness. Eighteen years of waiting for her, standing at the small ferry Eighteen years of tenderness, he slept in Mingyue Tower That Gufan went to Youyou and took away all her sorrows and joys The thousands of willows on the embankment cannot hold back the rapid flow of the river. Watch the spring flowers bloom and fall, the autumn wind blows the summer moon away Another year of winter snow has come, and she has waited until she is thinner than a yellow flower She lit the lamp at night and Jiang Kuoyun looked down at it several times. A few sounds of breaking geese in the clouds, how many thoughts are blown away by the west wind I want him to study his ink under the lamp. A thousand pieces of gold is worth the number one scholar. Waiting for him to return home in fine clothes, another year passes Who is riding a horse to cross the river? Turn around and call for a sip of wine Asked in a low voice whose girl it was for whom the flowers and jade were kept Eighteen years of waiting for her, standing at the small ferry Eighteen years of tenderness, he slept in Mingyue Tower Then Gufan went to Youyou and took away all her years. The thousands of willows on the embankment cannot hold back the rapid flow of the river. Watch the spring flowers bloom and fall, the autumn wind blows the summer moon away It's another year of winter snow. She waited until the snow covered her brows Listen to Xingmu's voice and close it. In the story, she is still waiting. The storyteller folds his fan and tells the story from the beginning. Who sheds tears and wets his sleeves? She walked through the willow trees on the embankment and the small ferry crossing where the sun was setting. The scenery is still as gentle as before, but the river never looks back ---------Hetu "Like Flowers" The years are fading, the green hair turns to snow, and the years pass quietly like flowers. Waiting for the ship that has no return date is probably the most sad thing in this life.