In the rivers and lakes, there are three teachings and nine streams. I am a young man, but I don’t know how high that day is, how thick the land is, and let him make everything clear and muddy! Let the strings of the qin be broken, and the flowers fall and people die! Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the winter will be hard to meet again in ten years! My heart is gray and cold, I can only sigh the rivers and lakes, goodbye.