Red crisp hands, yellow wine,
The garden is full of spring colors 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, people are empty and thin,
The tear stains are red and raw;
Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion,
Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book.
Mo! Mo! Mo!
The world is poor and people are evil,
When rain comes and dusk comes, flowers tend to fall;
The morning wind dries, leaving traces of tears,
When I want to write down something on my mind, I lean against the railing alone.
Disaster! Disaster! Disaster!
People are different, today is not yesterday,
The sick soul is often like a swing rope;
The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark,
Afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy.
Conceal! Conceal! Conceal!
Lu You&Tang Wan
We met when we were young and fell in love with each other deeply.
Newlyweds, playing the piano and the harp, traveling together in Shen Garden
But if you go again, things have changed and people have changed.
The people of the old days have dispersed, but now my thoughts are boundless
Once the spring is gone, the beauty grows old, the flowers fall and people die, and we don't know it
Modern decadent female college student Gu Xi
Can we end the mess and have one person for the rest of our lives?
Intention: right and wrong, stop talking and shed tears first