Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.
The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.
In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.
Wherever you go, you go to the blue sky, but I am painful and kind.
How can I repay my lost virtue? I can't afford not to cry for bamboo shoots.
Heaven and earth are two strangers, and life and death are bleak.
It is difficult to send a fish book to the fairy mountain, and it is even more heartbroken to be silent.