Who scattered the smoke, scattered the vertical and horizontal ties, listened to the string break, broke 3 thousand infatuation, fell into the flowers, fell behind, fell into whose fingertips.

With Xia Chan, the zero degree in winter, white nights and bright days, all the peace and tranquility are natural, unlike the human world, which is routine and absurd everywhere.

Whether it is or not, you are still so gentle, thin and full of affection; Are you still blue, bright eyes, folding fans and endless prosperity?

That year was like a dream, for whom the flowers bloomed, recalling the fleeting time and returning to yesterday in a trance. Dreamlike, mourning for a moment, fireworks burning out years of sorrow, now like a dream, willing to return to yesterday, thinking of China as a stranger.

I miss it. I miss the past. I feel dizzy, my eyes are weak and my bones are lonely. When I was in spring, I felt ashamed. Yesterday, I was drunk and laughed, and my clothes were wrapped in sorrow.

I am far away. I look forward to being flustered.

The mountains and seas are vast, touching the scenery;

I am far away. Acacia is shorter. Tears wet my white clothes;

I am far away, and my heart is broken.

Life is also He Huan, and death is also difficult;

I am in the distance, leaning against the railing sadly, waiting for people's hearts to break.

The world of mortals is drunk and hopes to win a heart.

Fireworks couple, never leave each other. ...

Weak water 3 thousand, I only take a gourd ladle to drink

Beauty will die. I will never leave you.

Take care of each other, hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Blue misty rain and lonely shadows are waiting for your return.

Who forgets each other first? Dumping the country is the old country.

I won't play. I'm surprised by the shadows.

Once upon a time, there were tall buildings singing at night.

There are dancing sleeves on it.

When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

I don't know if spring has passed and the beauty is getting old.

Those who relieve the suffering of lovesickness hope their beloved will return.

Whoever holds the rouge tears will draw Liu Yuemei.

Who will complain in the song? Who will think about the cycle of tea?

Anyone who misses a cavity and makes a mistake will become heartbroken.

One day in my old age, I was sitting in front of the court.

Enjoy the flowers and laugh at the fleeting time.

Tonight, I meet once in a hundred years.

All I know is that I've seen all this before.