Wang Baochuan (singing): Although the cold kiln is hard for my wife, I have no regrets, but I am determined to find a husband on my own.

On the second day of February, the colors flowed as one wished, and with three high-fives, one left the house and ran to the south of the city.

The smoke of war arose on the four roads, and Wudianpo sent his husband across the saddle for the expedition.

The willows and rivers are green year after year, and the Milky Way sky is visible on Chinese Valentine's Day.

In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival saw the bright moon, and I stayed in the cold kiln for a long time waiting for my husband to return.

Eighteen years, eighteen years, eighteen years of colored balls are in my heart.

You Juetian, You Juetian has been lonely and miserable for eighteen years. He has not entered the Prime Minister's Courtyard for eighteen years.

It has been eighteen years since I learned to work in the mulberry fields, and my jade hands have become calloused in eighteen years.

Eighteen years of frost-stained hair on the temples, eighteen years of villagers always taking care of me.

Eighteen years of standing in front of others, eighteen years of crying and longing day and night.

Eighteen years of looking forward to this day, eighteen years of looking forward to this day,

Eighteen years, eighteen years of looking forward to this day, eighteen years later in front of people,

Eighteen years of crying and hoping day and night, eighteen years of hope are coming, eighteen years, eighteen years, eighteen years, eighteen years of hope are coming,

Eighteen years of hope are coming On this day,

God will live up to his hope, and the suffering couple will finally be reunited