On the upper reaches of the road, apricot blossoms blow all over your head.
When I was young, I didn't know what it was like to be sad. I wore bright clothes and angry horses. I had a clear understanding of love and hate. I walked around Wuling laughing.
Looking back a hundred years later,
Even if time and space are torn apart, fate cannot be changed after all.
Only the parasol trees were half dead. After the clear frost, the white-headed mandarin ducks flew without their companions.