Emperor Yu Changqing

He said, I have three loves, the sun, the moon, and you. The sun is morning, the moon is evening, and you are morning and evening. After hearing this, she smiled softly. The mountains and rivers are vast, and the fireworks in the world are all yours. Later, she left, He said, "Three miles of breeze, three miles of breeze, every step of the way, there will be a breeze without you." She looked at him and said, after a farewell, the two places were separated. Although it was March and April, who knew that in five or six years, the lyre had no intention of talking, the eight-line poem could still be passed on, the nine-linked chain was interrupted, and the gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion was longing. Later, he went to see her and she asked him why he was so stupid? He replied: How can I make you happy alone? She cried and said, you are so stupid. He said not necessarily. You see, it has been ten years since I came to look for you, but you are still waiting here... She smiled, held his hand and grew old together with him.