After saying goodbye, we miss each other. We agreed to March and April, but who knows five or six years. The lyre has no intention to play, the eight expert books can't be passed on, the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion wants to wear it. All kinds of grievances, all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of helpless sighs. I'm tired of having a thousand words to say. Chongyang climbs to see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round. In July and a half, incense is burned to ask the sky, and everyone shakes their hearts in the dog days of June. In May, pomegranate flowers were as red as fire, and the flowers were watered by cold rain. April loquat yellow, I want to be cold to the mirror. Peach blossoms follow the running water in March, and kites break strings in February. Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Willow green Jiang Shuiping, singing on the Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny.
: you are jealous of me, you are very affectionate; Feelings are everywhere and hot as fire: twist a piece of mud into a you and shape a me. Break the two of us together and mix them with water; Twist the other you and shape the other me. I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud: life with you, death with you.