The flowery language in the play fell into place a few times, and when I looked back again, my eyes were filled with tears.
I still remember that when I was young, I looked forward to the spring breeze.
A prosperous Chang'an life, half a lifetime of destiny, everything has been arranged, how can it be like an illusion.
"Brother Cheng, you and I have been friends since childhood. You are the best to me in this world." I turned around and looked back in the middle of the night. You were waiting for me in the distance, but I couldn't embrace you. You are my husband.
"Yun'er, you will be the love of my life, and I will never let you down in this life!" In the distant fog, under the willow tree, is that my lover?