Eyes full of gossamer hair and blue drops. When the red rose blooms, there is a sudden clear rain.
The orioles come to sleep and talk gibberish, and the frightened dawn dreams are nowhere to be found.
Green tea, green tea, is a clear rain
On April 5th, the Qingming Festival rains heavily, the sky makes tears, and the eyes condense with tears.
The sound of the broken bell lasts far into the dusk
Where is the old friend?
The smoke and water are vast...