In the rain alley, I was surprised for the first time.
A spike of red gauze leads to a connection.
Banana Gallery is talking sweetly.
Suantang smiled,
Sleeping in a stubborn stone.
Brocade is buried, the fragrance is easy to disperse,
The rivers and lakes are full of lingering emotions.
The sound of pommel and jade in the west wind is cold.
Ten years of lamp shadows shattered,
Still knocking on the old Jiangnan.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you