2. Scattered into mud and ground into dust, only fragrance remains.
3. A pomegranate tree is soaked in a red stream and scattered on the east side of the bridge.
4. I feel how many things the moon sang. Now that I am old, it is nothing. Who is more pitiful and who is more haggard?
5. In the morning, the nights are long and the days are long.
Who has been wandering for a long time and won is hard to write.
The song "Huai Nan Chun Cao Fu" is popular again. Wandering travelers, tears full of skirts.
After the rain, the sun sets and apricot blossoms are fragrant.