Walking along the riverside, who can I talk to with all my resentment? The old man's tears were blown by the wind, and he was alone in the city, hoping for help. They fought bloody battles with all their remaining soldiers and escaped from the siege. They fell in love with their homeland, but who knew that after the song was over, the feast was empty. On the first line of the Yangtze River, there are three thousand Wutou and Chu tail roads, all of whom have different surnames. The rain turns and the clouds change, the cold waves roll eastward, and everything is in vain. The soul is revealed, and the sound of the big move is far away in the sea and the sky.
---"Peach Blossom Fan"