Pear blossoms withered and dry tears
Thorny Xiangzhe Poyuehan
It is difficult to avenge the death of a family with the finger of a sword
The lonely grave in Qingzhong is lonely and desolate
The broken pear blossom breaks the human intestines
Old friends go and infatuation hides them
It's too late to regret my obsession
Still thinking about the fisherman and woodcutter tasting the wine