The sparks of thousands of families are bright, and I miss you for three minutes and seven months for the moon.
Who pities the wind lotus in Quyuan? But the world of mortals is shallow, and the lotus roots are broken.
The flowing clouds scatter thinly, the golden light is hidden, and the spring scenery is everywhere in the Li Niang grass. I want to greet you with gentle wind, regardless of the date of return.
Intention: May all people in the world get what they want
