The young man is listening to Yuge upstairs,
The tent is dimly lit by red candles.
The rain of youth,
There are songs and buildings,
There are red candles and tents.
is in his prime,
is bookish, and
is youthful.
A piece of spring sorrow awaits the pouring of wine,
The boat is shaking on the river, and the curtain is moving upstairs.
Young people don't know what it's like to be sad,
they are so ecstatic that they never want to leave.
A strong man is listening to the rain in a boat,
The river is wide and the clouds are low,
The broken geese are calling the west wind.
The rain in middle age,
The river is wide and the clouds are low,
The west wind breaks the wild goose.
is lonely and desolate,
is wandering and sorrowful.
is running around,
is traveling to the end of the world,
is precarious, and
is homeless.
The wind is blowing and the rain is misting.
When will I return home to wash my guest robes?
Now I am listening to the rain at the monk's house,
there are stars on my temples.
The joys and sorrows are always ruthless,
Before one term,
drop by bit until dawn.
Having experienced many hardships and vicissitudes of life, there is nothing we can do to change things, so let nature take its course.
It’s easy for streamers to throw people away. The cherries are red and the bananas are green.
If we talk about the rain in the Song Dynasty,
it has been falling for hundreds of years.
Different stages of life, different environments, different encounters,
mentality are completely different.
Then there is a rain,
it will always be in your memory,
it will never be forgotten in your life.
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