The wind is rustling and autumn is deep, and beauty is thousands of miles away.
Why sigh for a beautiful woman's life? It's sad to see a stupid place.
Peach blossoms fall, catkins float, and Haitang associates and asks Xiao Ju.
Snow is everywhere, people are everywhere, people are everywhere, and poetry is burned.
I am sleepy and my body is splitting, but it is a bleak night.
I can't sleep at night, but I can't rely on it!
Who has the same dream to go to the Red Chamber to bury flowers and souls?
Cover up romance and collect gorgeous bones. If you know you, who knows you?