The heart is bitter, walking on the sand, He Zhu
The willows return to the pond, and the mandarin ducks leave the pond.
Green pods break up the lotus boat road.
The peakless butterfly admires the delicate fragrance, and the red clothes are taken off to make the heart feel painful.
The sun shines back to welcome the tide, and the clouds bring rain.
Yiyi is like talking to a scholar.
Back then, I refused to marry the spring breeze, but I was mistaken by the autumn breeze for no reason.