"Red hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, the joy is thin. A cup of sadness, a few years away from the rope. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is as old, people are empty and thin, and the tears are red and wet. The peach blossoms are falling, the leisure pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo."
With his bookish hands, he left an eternal legacy on the wall of Shen Garden for Tang Wan and for future generations. Spring is still the same, but people are different from yesterday. Perhaps at that time, Lu You could best appreciate the feeling of being close at hand and far away in the world. Is it sadness or sigh? The tears she shed instantly wet the red gauze, but left endless pain in his heart. That beautiful encounter was only a spring wave under the sad bridge, replaced by a shocking shadow.