Yulin bell
词／槿伶
Deep in the flowers, the memory of the winter scene, shallow horizontal branches thin.
Fang Fei world hatred, tourists are not rewarded, thick sleep leakage.
Don't know what he is doing, ask the princes if they know.
The heart is longing, the night is longing, and the style is still the same.
Looking back, he laughed at why this hatred existed every year.
Luo Qi said that if you get rid of hatred, you will be in the world for a long time.
The hardest thing to rest, drink strong alcohol when you are amorous.
Even if there are a thousand kinds of sorrow in wine, who can see through it.
