I admit, when I laugh at this city, I can't help but think of you.
I will often listen to the ringing of the bell, and I will often chant Nowan Chang.
I will think of the lights and stars on the Yanqiao bridge and the muted sounds of people by the river.
I will think of the roses blooming again and again, and an old song singing again and again.
I miss the young man's wanton years and warmth, I miss the youthful love that lasts for a long time,
I hope that Mr. Wang will give me a handful of deer root when. May the good times belatedly come, and the good times come to life.
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Imitation of Yue Opera "Butterfly Dream"
Intention: unexpected beauty