Yangzhou Slowness: Ming Minghong
A generation of Minghong, where does the soul go? Leaning on the railing, I want to ask the sky.
I feel heroic and loyal, and I feel pity for Leng Ao.
Self-made things, Chang Yang's ancient tomb, Zhu Rong's flower oath, determined to kill the immortal.
Cherish your talent and love, miss your lovesickness, and spend your time in vain.
Farewell this time, until now, I have two hearts.
Sighing that the relationship is not deep enough will eventually become a dream, drinking and hating Chanjuan.
Just teach pain to turn into ice and snow, whoever is at fault will fail Qingluan.
We want to hold hands together, but life and death are separated in the world.