The flowers are falling, the water is red, I have all kinds of sorrows, I have no words to complain about the east wind. I'm sorry that you are as beautiful as a flower, and the years pass by like a fleeting time, but in the end you are no match for the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
The female pig is a little clever, a little cunning, and likes to play a little ambiguously. Unfortunately, she is too infatuated and is destined to be let down.