The complete explanation is:
The horn on the wall seems to be wailing, and Shenyuan is no longer the original pavilion. Under that sad bridge, the spring water is still green. I have seen her beautiful silhouette here.
It has been more than forty years since she died, and I never dreamed of seeing her. The willow trees in Shenyuan are as old as me, and even the catkins are gone. I'm seventy years old and I'm going to die. I still come here to mourn and cry.
I hope I can help you. Christmas is coming. Merry Christmas to you.
Hope to adopt.
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