Autumn winds and autumn rains bring sorrow to people
Thousands of sails are not the same
The poor bones by the river are like those in the dream of a spring boudoir.
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is just like a river of spring water flowing eastward
The willows in the West City make spring soft. Move away from worries. The tears are hard to hold back. I still remember how sentimental I was and how I once returned to the boat. What happened that day at Biye Zhuqiao was that no one was seen and the water flowed empty.
Time is not reserved for young people. Hate Yoyo. When will you rest? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, I climb up the stairs. The spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and a lot of sorrow.
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a group of eunuchs going to a brothel.