1. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. The morning breeze is dry, and the tears of last night, when I want to write down my thoughts, I can only lean against the diagonal bar and call to you in the distance from my heart; Talk to yourself in a low voice, I hope you can hear it.
2. It's from "Chai Tou Feng Shi Qing Bo", which is a ci work by Tang Wan (also known as Tang Wan, once referred to as Tang's) in the Southern Song Dynasty.
the world is thin and human feelings are evil, and it is easy for the rain to send flowers at dusk. The breeze is dry, the tears are residual, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult!
every man becomes his own man, but today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a thousand years ago. The horn is cold, the night is dim, people are afraid of asking questions, and tears are pretending to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!