Even though Pengshan and the land are sinking and the vast sea is rising, I still work hard without caring about myself;
I wish to stay married and grow old together with my children until death;
All the things and things outside of you, including all the beauty, are not about you or me;
I hope that the orioles will fly in the north of Hebei, and the grass will grow in the south of the Yangtze River. I am also eagerly waiting for you;
Sighing becomes less and less, drinking poison to miss lovesickness, and cherishing the smell of incense;
I hope that the relationship can be continued, the relationship can be reopened, and I will never forget it.
You are a handsome young man in the world, and I am a floating cat in the world of mortals.
I passed by you in your Jiangnan dream, and you grew old in my misty beauty.
As everyone knows, we all end up staying in the memory of history.
Note: I have always liked Nalan's lyrics and couldn't help but want to write about his feelings in a short story. Much of this novel is made up by myself and is not historical fact.
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