The world is poor and people are evil. When the rain comes at dusk, flowers tend to fall. The morning wind dries, leaving traces of tears. When I want to write down my thoughts, I talk alone in Xilan. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People are different, today is not yesterday. The sick soul is often like a swing rope. The sound of the horn is cold and the night is dark. Afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy. Hide it, hide it, hide it!
Red crisp hands, yellow wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty. The tear stains are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo!
The love story of Lu You and Tang Wan has changed from a legend to a drama, from a drama to a novel, and from a novel to an eternal masterpiece.
Purpose: To criticize the darkness of unfree love in an authoritarian society