2. Original text:
Lvyang Fangcao Changting Road. It's easy to throw people away when you are young. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower.
Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness. One inch or a thousand strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
3. Translation:
The willow grass on the Changting ancient road is all green, so he left me easily and left. The bell of the fifth watch of the building woke me up from my dream, and my sadness in my heart was as dense as the drizzle in March among the flowers.