Jiang Gong Ci

The beautiful stone is jade, and jade is originally a stone. Yuruo, whose origin is unknown, grew up in the mountains and villages as a female. Originally, I was living my days lightly, unaware of the thousands of hatreds and sufferings in this world. Later, due to the frequent occurrence of strange things in her village, she was regarded as an unlucky witch and she was exiled from the world. If it weren't for Zhang Muyi's rebuke on Qingfeng Cliff, there would have been another pair of immortal lovers missing on the rivers and lakes road. However, in the secular world, there are few joys and many separations, and grievances and hatreds may last for generations. In the Yuqing Mountain, the old bamboos are by the cold stream, and the solitary harp is playing alone. Seeing each other in the rivers and lakes is like a stranger's road. In front of the bottle, I am tired of drinking. In the mountains, in the palace and courtyard, I return with a shaggy head and a pale face. The dust rises on the road, and the hatred in the world continues. When the wheat flowers bloom, we make an appointment to fold the dew sunflowers together.