There are tears in the beads [derived from the history of martial arts]

Crush the sorrow of separation, outside the screen window, the wind shakes the green bamboo.After the people left, the flute sound stopped, and the people leaning on the building were alone.The eyes are full of unbearable March evening, and the mountains are green when you raise your head.But try to send a piece of paper to the book and read it from the beginning.The words of lovesickness are empty and full; the meaning of lovesickness, when will it be sufficient?The dripping lapel is dotted, and the tears are full.The fragrant grass does not get lost on the road, and the weeping poplar only hinders people's eyes.The most bitter thing is that the moon is at dusk and the rails are curved. ——Song·Xin Qiji's "Man Jianghong·Crushing and Sorrow" Qi Qi, Ah Fei