Gathering Brocades in the Chinese Years, the Mountains and Rivers Are Half Old as the Flowers Fade and the Moon Fades

The separation in 1949 and the reunion in 1987. A ban, a bitter love affair in life. Fresh clothes and angry horses guard the mountains and rivers, peacocks lock the prison pavilion in the southeast... In the green mountains, outside the setting sun, who owes me the debt of lovesickness... They are sacrifices in this body and cages in this life. Later, death became their extravagant hope in this life. I always want to know, and finally I want to know, is there any more! Are there any flowers blooming to meet again on the other side? There is no magpie bridge in the world, but the blood and tears of nearly half a century carry the love. Year after year, dreams break several times, spring and autumn pass for several years, tenderness is like water, hair grows white on the temples, butterflies fly in dreams, I miss the love of this life, and recall the sound of the tide without words. Wait for me - wait for you! Tears of lovesickness stain the years, love is like a tide, hate is like a tide. Xiong Yinghua said to wait for me when we parted. Tulip waited with all her heart until she was heartbroken and devastated. None of them could keep their bodies and turned into butterflies and left. Hate not to meet, hate to meet! The bright heart in the world of mortals is as picturesque as iron. The white fox is plotting love. In March, apricot blossoms and bitter cauliflower rain everywhere, and after the butterflies come and go, the wind and rain send delicate flowers. Perhaps it was because of her turning away from her back thirty years ago that there were three dreams in the mortal world.