Red crisp hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is bad, happiness is thin, and I am full of melancholy. I have been away for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong! (Lu You)
—— Yuanning. In April of Yuanhe, catkins were flying. The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed. The hatred for his father spreads across thousands of miles. It's hard to let go of the hatred in your heart when your face is ruined; when you leave the palace, you seek your enemies, and when you fall in true love, it's hard to break the love. Wrong, wrong, wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, and the pavilion is idle. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo! (Lu You)
--Li Che. If Yuanhe is destroyed, the heart will be hard to break. Fate cannot follow the flowers, but will fly with the wind. I swear to leave the palace and look for my dreamer. The second came out of the palace and followed each other. After leaving the palace three times, one must live forever in the end. Mo, mo, mo! For the sake of love, the body will die first.