Red crisp hands, yellow vine wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, a cup of melancholy leaves me alone for a few years. Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms have fallen, the pavilion is idle, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold the brocade book. Mo! Mo! Mo!
——Lu You
The world is thin and human beings are evil. When the rain comes at dusk, the flowers fall easily. At dawn, the wind dries up, leaving traces of tears. When I want to write down my thoughts, I speak alone. Disaster! Disaster! Disaster!
People are different, today is not yesterday, and the soul of illness is always like a rope for thousands of years. The sound of the horn is cold and the night is dark. Afraid of being asked, she sheds tears pretending to be happy. Conceal! Conceal! Conceal!
——Tang Wan
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