On this day last year, in this door, the faces of people were reflected in the peach blossoms. This spring, when I return to look for the fragrance, the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
I am smiling towards the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact.
The red concubine on horseback smiled, but no one knew it was lychee.
Don’t laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times.
The broken jade in Kunshan screams as a phoenix, the hibiscus weeps and the dew fragrant orchid smiles.