The sky is far away from the clouds, and the rain is falling in silence in Tong Lane.
In the evening, there are green bamboos floating in the pond, and red pistils printed with fallen pistils.
The walls of the bloody palace are old, and the empty city is withered.
The streets are filled with fragrant grass, and the smoke clutters the ancient roads——
Love in troubled times, resentment and despair,
The ink dyes a thousand layers of rhyme, but the willows are folded and the bridge is painted;
The rain rolls down thousands of layers of waves, how can we break the love and fight against the group of turtles!
Ningfeng Guanhui Qianqiuxue, riding the beast forever
I want to return home, and the wind will send me the ebbing tide.
The elegant and bustling buildings look across the autumn water and the distant mountains.
Tears are shed all over the place, take a scoop, and your beloved will smile for you.