2. The fish in the pond miss the past. The ancient Buddha in the blue light has passed away, and the white tea has nothing to do with the breeze. Therefore, the ancient north has been singing cold songs, the Shili Pavilion is full of frost, the plum blossoms are brewed with sake, the fireworks in Liuxiang are full of red dust, the peach blossoms are full of rain, and the North Island is sleepless in summer. The wind blows red wax, and the misty rain is strange to Yao. In recent years, it is like water and foggy, and I look forward to tears.