Locked away from sorrow, endless, the first smoke on the road comes.
The people who embroider the curtains think far away, and the dewdrops are hanging secretly, and they cry to see off the Zhenglun.
Long lines and long eyes, more heavy, far away from the water and solitary clouds.
But looking at the extremely high tower, one can see all the kings and grandsons as far as the sun goes.
Ecstasy. After saying goodbye to the pond, I was walking around, green and jealous of the light skirt.
Xie Shi holds his bare hands, walking slowly among the scattered flowers and flying catkins.
Zhu Yankong has changed himself, and his fragrance will grow new every year.
All over the green fields, enjoy swimming and get drunk, don't lose your youth.
——Han Zhen's "Phoenix Song"
This article is purely a personal YY work, a thousand-year-old pit, be careful before entering!