Time moves against history with its youth.
Spring, old age and autumn are all over.
Looking for traces of a heavy snow
A dynasty rose in the dust.
And ended with a sigh.
Sighing for a long time has become pen and ink.
Which part of the city wall
Still singing a romantic song in a low voice.
Which lamp is burning?
Still stubborn, sleepless geese remove paper and leave marks.
The wine on the stove is still hot.
Whose heart was that hangover poured on?
The flowers in the yard are still in full bloom.
The vows of eternal love are just one person face to face.
You come from the vast poetry of the Tang Dynasty.
There is a heavy snow in the south of the Yangtze River.
Your new words in Song Dynasty.
A newly opened pear tree is missing.
On that day, the flowers will bloom again.
But it's not the autumn moon in Han Palace.
That night, I was exhausted.
But you can't be traced to mountains and rivers. Wan Li is picturesque.
It's just fleeting
I can't forget it.
Superficiality of interpersonal relationship
Really lonely as snow
Just glanced at passers-by