The autumn water and sky wind dew white, temporarily casting a faint fragrance.
After a night of blowing, there are a few lines of broken ice, and the words are heart-wrenching.
The tranquility goes away, and it is difficult to leave the gorgeous clothes.
I poured out my sorrows, looked up the steps in the cold, the lamps melted and wax flowed, and my kindness was paid to my old hometown.
I wake up with a smile and sing alone today. Blood steps on the mud and vermilion, and the palace is covered with frost.
Prince, prince, general.
Childhood sweetheart and first love.