The palace of Yao is lonely, but you meet a gentleman by chance; if you say that you are passionate, why do you face it with a cold face; it is easy to find true love with your body in the luxuriant green; when you fall into the deep palace, it is difficult to end your love with you; in the mist, you fall one after another in palace fights; in the harem, where you are favored, you are lonely without a king; in the evening, the candle is dim, and the beauty sheds a thousand lines of tears; how can you win the king, and walk hand in hand with her; after all the power and tactics are used up, everything remains empty.
Looking at the place where the rain has stopped and the clouds have broken down, I quietly watch the autumn light. The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate. The water is gentle and the wind is gentle, and the apple blossoms are getting older. The moon dew is cold and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow. Reminiscence hurts, where are the old friends, the smoke and water are vast. Unforgettable, the wine party during the period, a few lonely romantic days, many times changing into stars and frost. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. Where is Xiaoxiang? Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on distant faith. Pointing to the dusk sky, empty consciousness returns home. Looking at each other sadly, in the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises. -----"Jade Butterfly"