I once saw the orioles in the Jade Palace of Jinling crowing at dawn, and the flowers blooming early on the Qinhuai waterside pavilions. Who knew they would easily disappear in the ice! Watching him build a Zhulou, watching him banquet guests, watching his building collapse! I once slept in this mossy and green tile pile, watching the rise and fall of fifty years. That Wuyi Lane is not named Wang, the ghosts of Mochou Lake cry at night, and the owls perch on the Phoenix Terrace. The dream of a broken mountain is the most real. It's hard to lose the old environment. Don't believe this map revision! Make up a set of "Sorrow for Jiangnan" and sing it until you grow old. " Comes from a libretto from "The Peach Blossom Fan" by Kong Shangren, a Qing Dynasty dramatist. It is the seventh section of the suite "Mourning Jiangnan". The tune is "Le Pavilion Banquet with Rest and Zhisha". This article pays tribute to "A Dream of Red Mansions", but my writing style is average.
(Tell me why I paused this article. It comes from a little hobby of mine. The story itself has been completely conceived, but "Dream of Red Mansions" has not been finished, so I don't want to finish it either. Laugh~)
Motto: Life is unpredictable and the situation is ever-changing.