Seeking Liu Yong's rain in the rain

Cold and miserable, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest. When the door is empty, I miss it, and the blue boat is ruined. I held my hand and looked at me with tearful eyes, but I was speechless and choked up. I thought of a thousand miles of smoke and waves and sank into the sky at dusk.

Affectionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse than snubbing the clear autumn festival. You wake up from tonight's wine, Yang Liuan, from the wind and the waning moon? After the New Year, it should be a good time to exist in name only. Even with all kinds of customs, who should you be with?

It should be Yu Linling.