There are lotuses and flying swallows, leaning on the railing beside the koi pond.
The bitter mandarin ducks and flying birds are weeping and crying on the branches.
Hanging eyebrows, red makeup and tears, beauty is no longer beautiful.
In the spring of the pear garden, the bead curtain is rolled up, and a song is left to tell the story of the past.
Zhangtailiu, Chang'an is old, but I hate the spring breeze and wait for it to cross.
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