Tang Wan responded to the full text of a poem by Lu You. ...

Tang wan's world is thin and human, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk; The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. It's hard, hard, hard to talk alone. People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away; The sound of the trumpet is cold, the night is dim, people are afraid to ask, tears make up, hide, hide, hide.