The most beautiful scenery in the world is spring flowers and bright moon in autumn night. One symbolizes the best life, but the other contains the heaviest feelings in the world. This kind of scenery repeats tirelessly year after year. When will it end? I'm afraid it will never happen.
The replacement of dynasties is like the rise and fall of generations, and the era created by my parents at the expense of their bones and blood ended in the hands of my black sheep. It is really unwilling and helpless. In the palace where I used to live, I'm afraid the red paint on it has never faded.
Faced with such a landscape, my heart is full of complicated sadness. what can I do? With a wave of his sleeve, let him go east with the flowing water.