当然，眼看他起朱楼，眼看他宴宾客，眼看他楼塌了！这青苔碧瓦堆，俺曾睡风流觉，将五十年兴亡看饱。那乌衣巷不姓王，莫愁湖鬼夜哭，凤凰台栖枭鸟。残山梦最真，旧境丢难掉，不信这舆图换稿！苦的永远是最底层，很难说清楚。到底要下一代来吞苦果，现在这任管它身后洪水滔天。我们也管不了，一样的
Of course, when he looks up the building, when he looks at his guests, and when he looks down, he looks down. This mosaic, which I used to sleep in the wind for 50 years, fills it with. It's not the king of the alley, it's the ghost of the lake, it's the phoenix that cries at night, it's the phoenix that lives at night. It's the dream of the mountain that's true, the old one is lost, it's hard to believe. It's always the bottom, it's hard to say. The next generation is going to swallow the fruit, and now it's going to flood behind it. We can't control the same thing.