Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city; Dongfeng evil, with a faint sense of joy and full of sadness, has been alienated for several years. No, no, no! Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears are red; Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books, mo, mo, mo! Chai Toufeng (Tangwan)
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late; The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away; The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!