The old man in the wild fields of Shaoling swallows his voice and cries, and sneaks into the Qujiang River in spring.
The palace at the head of the river has thousands of doors locked, and the thin willows and new cattails are green.
Recalling the past when neon banners went down to the South Garden, everything in the garden was full of color.
The first person in Zhaoyang Palace, he will accompany you in the chariot and serve you at your side.
There is a man in front of the chariot with a bow and arrow, and a white horse chews a golden leash.
He turned over and shot toward the sky, and one arrow hit the flying wings.
Where are the bright eyes and white teeth now? The blood-stained wandering soul cannot return.
The Liujian Pavilion in the east of the Qing Dynasty is deep, and there is no news about each other.
Life is full of love and tears, but rivers and flowers are the ultimate.
At dusk, Hu Qi was full of dust in the city. He wanted to go to the south of the city and forgot about the north and the south.
——"Aijiangtou"