hustle and bustle
The continuous crackling of raindrops.
Shouts kept coming.
Last year, when Yuanhe was in harmony, the flower market was as bright as day.
A bright moon hung high in the capital, and ten thousand washing mallets rang.
Inside and outside Chang 'an, the moonlight is like water.
Ten thousand prostitutes are making clothes, and now they can only hear the sound of making clothes.
Fighting for crossing, fighting for crossing, a pool of gulls and herons rose.
It was cold last night.
Back to the dream of a thousand miles,
It's already midnight.
Stand up and walk around the steps alone.
People are very quiet, and the moon is bright outside the window.
Whitehead is fame.
Laoshan pine and bamboo are old,
Hinder the return trip.
I want to talk to Yao Qin.
Few intimate friends,
Who listens to broken strings?