Jade and Dai break the green inkstone, and I look at the dreamy water smoke and swift swallows.
Broken rain hits the low eaves, and the dream ends.
The bright paper umbrella has a green board, and the two halves of the clouds are broken by the illusion.
There are two miserable periods of gathering and separation, and the flowers fall.
The inkstone on the scholar's desk was broken, and the Wangmeng Lake was shrouded in smoke. Before the rain, swallows flying low hovered on the lake. When the rain came, the raindrops knocked softly on the scholar's low eaves.
The scholar in the room woke up from a lingering dream. He was half asleep and saw the back of a woman holding a colorful paper umbrella outside the window, walking on the cold bluestone road in Jiangnan.
Dreams are like flying catkins, the cloud in the sky is broken into two parts, under the new moon, drizzle is flying in the sky, there are two worlds of yin and yang, who is that woman?
The rain knocked down a few floating petals. Gradually, in the autumn wind and under the cold moon, the woman holding a colorful paper umbrella walked away along the bluestone Jiangnan path, leaving only a few fallen petals.
The past is like smoke and clouds, and this life is like a dream about old fate.
Search for roots, seek solutions to difficulties, search for the source of the past life.
In the morning and evening, I look forward to my hometown miserably.
Seeing each other is like a drop of water, and my eyes are filled with tears.
The ghost haunts two lives, and there is no way to rely on the past.
Waiting for thousands of years underground, waiting for the past in the upper world.
Who is that woman? ? ? ? ?
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