After telling this story to Luo Bao, she wrote these little words, and I polished them a little, so I think they are copywriting.
Ruan Langgui
The new trial song of Yunshan is first cut,
The wind is shaking half open.
Chunmeng Chaoshanzhangtai
The shadow of the sail is far away from Qinhuai.
The old month,
Upper stage moss,
Your beauty is not in my arms.
Silk strings are indifferent and have no sorrow,
It's hard to wait for winter to come back.