"Tears of Leaving People" leans on Yan Shan's eyes alone, and the afterglow of the red sun is long. The sound of the flute is faint and detached from people's tears, and the breeze rises, scattering sadness.

Butterflies and birds hang, the old wish, under the oil-paper umbrella, Xu Qinghuan. The distant mountains have affection for the remnant sun, the pear blossoms are stacked, where are the concubines going?

- Blue Rain

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