It's a cold night in the high pavilion and it's hard to sleep. The guests have gone, but who will stay?
In the spring of Xiaoyuan, the shadows of the trees are flying and the flowers are in chaos. Who can appreciate them?
At the end of the road, there are many twists and turns.
The willow gold color conveys the slanting light and the clear evening sky.
A little red, being swept away by others, sad and broken-hearted, who will pity you?
The eyes can see through, the sky can see, it is pitiful to laugh at that idiot!
The youth is gone in the spring, and the beauty is light and dusty.
The wind blows at the beginning and the flowers fall to the end of the world, unable to stay.
On a stormy night, walking across the street in the garden, the shadow of a single man wearing clothes is stained by flowers...