What is not described in this poem is wrong news. On this night, the moon and lights remain the same. No one is seen, tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt!
Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.
At present, parrot island passes by, and only ruthless clear water flows through it.
In the past, swallows flew into the homes of ordinary people.
The serial love is not oneself, things are human beings, and the plum blossom smells like Iraq under the moon.
Although gorgeous flowers can be pecked, they don't lean on the empty nest!
Years and flowers are similar, but years and people are different.
Things are the same, but people don't exist.
When I walked to this door today, my face was red with peach blossoms. Wherever people go now, peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is just similar.
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?
Flowers fade before the court, but after the clouds disappear, things are different.
Where are all the people who come to play with the moon? The scenery seems to be gone.
It used to be prosperous, but things are different now.
Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage.
Things are different, the water remains the same, and color is a double play.
Things have changed, and there is no news.
Things are different, disheartened, and I dream of entering Zhoufang Road.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower. The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.