玉楼瑶殿枉回头,天上人间恨未休。不用流泪询旧谱,一江春水足千秋。——题记南国的秋,总是寂寥了又哀伤,哀伤了又寂寥。我独行在小河畔,淙淙的流水逝去。对岸,我看到了一个模糊的身影,蓬乱的头发下,他的容颜若 Yu Lou Yao Temple looked back, heaven and earth hate endless. Do not inquire about the old spectrum of tears, a river full of spring and autumn. - Inscription Nan Guo’s autumn, always lonely and sad, sad and lonely. I walked alone on the banks of the river, and the tumultuous waters passed away. On the other side of the river, I saw a vague figure, under his hair, his appearance.