This evening, what evening is coming? The boat is flowing in the middle of the river.
What day will it be today? I will be in the same boat with the prince.
Being humiliated and treated well is not shameful.
My heart was troubled and unstoppable, and I learned about the prince.
There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches.
Do you know that my heart pleases you?
This may not be a love poem, but I would rather read it as love. The encounter on the banks of the Mingfeng River, the disputes in the world of the past, and the romantic feelings of the pre-Qin Dynasty are as light as the river water. When the dust has settled, why can I only love but not know? In the vast cold river, I am afraid that I have long forgotten where the sound of blood came from.
The warmth in the memory is also a bone-chilling cold. I dance alone and mourn alone in the knowing ending...
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