Song Liu Yong's Lin Yuling is chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. There is no mood in the door, and homesickness is made by the blue boat. Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless and choked. When I missed it, the dusk was heavy and the sky was wide. I am sentimental and sad since ancient times, but I can't neglect Tomb-Sweeping Day. Where can I wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the morning breeze and the waning moon! These years should be good times and good scenes. Even if there are thousands of customs offices in Qian Qian, who should I talk to?