The street pavilion is long, fireworks are blooming, I pick up the lamp to look back, the moon is like a shuttle, the red dust is rolling, you put the piano again

Please explain it in the vernacular
The street pavilion, fireworks burst, I pick up the lamp to look back, the moon is like a shuttle, the world of mortals is rolling, you sigh again. Listening to the broken strings, I only hate that it is difficult to leave. Three lifetimes are full of ups and downs, and once they are sad and happy, I will use my three lifetimes of fireworks to exchange for your life. A stunning young man, full of youth. At that moment, he met her eyes. If there are 3,000 bottles of water, only take a ladle to drink. All living beings were dazzled by flowers, and thousands of changes had occurred. After going through the sea, their hearts were still worried about their old friends. In the world of mortals, the hearts of old friends were still there. Sighing for the past life, lamenting for the missed opportunity in this life, waiting for the love in the next life, three lifetimes of marriage, after several reincarnations, who was in the reincarnation stage, persistently waiting, accompanying the other side, accompanied by loneliness and sorrow in three lifetimes. A thousand years of thoughts mixed together. Three generations of love, a thousand years of reincarnation, caress a song of parting, dance a song of love, a few sorrows, after several vicissitudes, in an instant the beauty of Zhu Yan passed away, drunk dance residual snow, so what? Low complaints, that endless yearning. I swear to the heavens that I will use my life to exchange for a lifetime of confusion and a lifetime of marriage. The long street is long, the fireworks are numerous, you pick up the lamp to look back, the short pavilion is short, the red dust is rolling, I sigh again. Who finally made the string break, flowers fall on the shoulder, trance blurred. How much beauty haggard, how much yearning broken, leaving only blood stained ink fragrance crying chaos tomb. Drinking alone, I'm at a loss for another year. She turned around, a cold fragrance was far away, and her smile was faint. A world in a flower, a pursuit in a leaf. A song, a sigh, a lifetime for one person. Who accepted whose calamity, who became whose obsession. In my next life, will you save me?

Answer 1

The street pavilion is full of fireworks. I light the lamp and look back at the moon. The red dust rolls over you. I play the zither again.

This sentence described a scene, specifically a place in a story, and a conversation between two people.

Changjieting was a place name that represented a long pavilion. It was usually a good place to admire the moon. The fireworks meant that the fireworks display at night was very beautiful.

I light the lamp and look back at the moon flying like a shuttle, the world of mortals rolling over you, playing the zither again

In this sentence, I am referring to the protagonist of the story. He/she was admiring the moon in this long street pavilion, watching the fireworks display and seeing the moon. It was a wonderful feeling. Red Dust Rolling referred to another character mentioned in the story who had experienced many things in the world of mortals. You put the zither again

In this sentence, the zither referred to the protagonist's instrument. He/she was playing the zither, hoping to express his/her inner feelings through the sound of the zither.