This is just a snippet, I will add more fixes when I have time.
Pinting is curling up, spring is coming, autumn is full, the evening breeze is blowing willows by the river, and only a few passers-by are left. A large expanse of afterglow pours down onto the rippling lake. The sparkling waves extend all the way to the end. There are three or four boats sailing on the river, and it is even more dim at dusk. There are five or six pavilions on the shore, drinking tea and enjoying the rivers and lakes.
However, there are dreams in the rivers and lakes, and the years make people cry. However, there are rivers and lakes in the heart, but they cannot be as free and easy as they want. There are only two strands of lonely souls in the world, drifting in the wind, and the strings of jade are broken.
I once called you at the end of the years and called you back, but then I held you in my arms day and night, but only the wind slept with me.
If possible, I hope the wind can carry my thoughts and embrace you in the distance. I don't ask for many things, just once.
The spring water is like bamboo, no matter what time of return, the old friend does not return, the water flows eastward, no matter what time of return.
Uncle Zhou lived a peaceful life, free from illness and disaster.
The world plays mournful songs with unyielding souls. The warriors turn into a wisp of smoke in the stormy waves, but they still walk among the lights of thousands of houses and cannot bear to leave.
Be careful, this is pure nonsense and fabrication.
Purpose: Family and country come first, so there is no need to grieve over life or death