Lingbo is no more than Hengtang Road.
But I watched Fang Chen go.
Who will spend the golden years?
The flower pavilion on the platform, the small windows and red doors,
Only Chun knows the place.
The blue clouds are slowly rising into the twilight sky,
New inscriptions with colored pens on heartbreaking sentences.
How much leisure and sorrow do you have?
The river is full of mist and rain, and the city is filled with wind and rain,
Plum yellow Shiyu.