It's Zhen's comment on Good Songs:
The humble room is empty and the bed is full.
Dry grass withered poplar, used to be a ballroom.
Cobweb covered with carved beams, green yarn covered with awning windows.
What do you mean by thick fat and fragrant powder? Why are the temples frosted again?
Yesterday, the white bones buried the loess faucet, and tonight, Yuanyang lies at the bottom of the red tent.
A box full of gold and a box full of silver, all beggars were slandered in an instant.
I am lamenting that his life span is not long, and I will know that I am dead when I come back!
If you train well, you will never be a strong beam in the future.
Choose cream beam, who wants to live in Yanhua Lane!
Because the gauze cap is too small, the cangue bar is locked.
I broke my coat yesterday, and now I think purple pythons are long.
Noisy, you sing me on stage, but you think that other places are your hometown.
That's ridiculous. It ended up in wedding dresses for other girls.
When finished, the birds threw themselves into the forest.
For officials, family businesses are shrinking. Money, gold and silver are gone.
Good, close to death. Ruthless, clear retribution
All those who owed their lives were paid back. Those who owe tears have exhausted their tears.
Revenge is not light, and it's all settled.
If you want to know about past lives, you are really lucky to be rich when you are old.
He who sees through escapes into an empty net. Obsessed, lost his life in vain.
It's like eating all the birds and throwing them into the forest.
They are all white. The land is so clean!
There are thousands of desires and journeys in life, but the ending is destined to the same one-after all, the white earth is really clean. The mirror is empty, and the dream is like a dream.