Please say the name of the girl named Yan.

Golden Li shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings.

Every flower has a youthful interval.

Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies,

The king's longing for spring is crying in the cuckoo.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the green sea of the moon,

The blue fields breathe their emeralds to the sun.

A moment that should last forever,

Before I knew it, it had come and gone.