Let's toast the east wind with wine, and let's be calm together. The willows are hanging on the purple road in the east of Luo City. We always held hands together in the past, and traveled through the fragrant bushes.
Gathering and separation are in a hurry, this hatred is endless, this year's flowers are more red than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better, who can be the same?