The first thing that was done was to replace the second half of various poems with feeling like you're budding
The yellow sands of a hundred battles wore gold armor, feeling like you're budding~
Lighting up the flower before and after the mirror, feeling like you're budding~
Trying to ask the person who rolled up the curtains if I'm budding~
Peach Blossom Pond is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun Mengda~
Two temples pale ten fingers black, feel yourself Mengda~
Both contain look and appropriate smile, feel yourself Mengda~
One day of spring end of the red face old, and I'm still Mengda~
A year of three hundred and sixty days, every day should be Mengda~
Drunken sand field gentleman do not laugh, feel yourself Mengda~
I see