The south of the Yangtze River and the north of the Yangtze River are generally the same, but people hate them more when they are away. The powder falls into the Baihua Tower, and the fragrance remains in the Swallow Tower. Wandering is like a person with a thin life, empty and tired, talking about romance. The grass and trees also know sorrow, and their youth turns gray. Sigh: Who will give up and who will take back in this life? I don't care if I marry Dongfengchun, I will let you go and endure the flood.