[Passing the Qin Tower·Jade Man's Song]
Tianjin is lost in the moon crossing, frost is bullying the leaves, and the BMW is singing and fragrant. Leaning against the alum tower, the phoenix eyebrows are twitching and smiling, and the strings are wrapped around each other in a chaotic mood. Tired of combing her black temples and golden waist, her charm is infinite, and she cannot go back to sleep with sorrow. Sad for the prosperous moment, you are no longer worried, the beauty's eyebrows are beautiful. I only complain about the thin gold calligraphy and fine paintings of fish and insects. How can I be worthy of a weak girl? Where the swallows fly, the green hills are like this. Even if you don't say spring songs, you still have funeral incense. I sing with you as I age, and the youth swims by, thinking of Nujiao again. Being sentimental is the most painful thing, but the beauty died early!
The frost is flying in September, and the red maples are flying in the palm of the teacher's hand, which is very beautiful. A strand of flying hair is swaying in the autumn wind, but I don't know who can give me the prosperity and sadness of a life...