The sky shines across the jade sky again, and the clear sky shines through the memory. Passing through Si Yi, flying into Suzhou, my heart is full of peach blossoms. The soft voice is full of spring, and you smile and cherish the clear dew. The guqin is singing, the window is hanging down, and the Xiao is returning.
But I regretted the past, forcing Jing to cry, and betrayed the beauty. Peach Blossom Notes, exchanged for Ji Qingyan, repeated farewells and misunderstandings. I am born late, and I know what I want, and it is difficult to dream, just like a glass of wine. The family and country are broken, and the first to bear the brunt is to drink away the tea.
Ten long years have passed, and the front line has been exhausted. Who knows who can't stop? The dust has passed, the dawn star is waning, and the moon is waning. When I look back and forth, I can see that there is no one, and I am sad and resentful. Stop and talk, the green sleeves are empty, one word of love breaks the expectations, I feel miserable, and I don't miss the fireworks tree. Autumn marks, on the other hand, overflow the deep secrets in the boudoir, and are a little lonely and sighing.
When encountering each other in Zehu, everything is different. No wonder Liang Xunwan is here. Danger is everywhere, beauties sigh, old friends make a double appointment, awaken Jin Lang, ride his horse and whip his whip. Farewell, beautiful lady, you are honest and sincere, how can it be compared to the rain in Wushan in the past, when you left an edict again and returned to the wild goose rainbow. Thousands of twists and turns in the soft intestines, searching and searching, Yunxi is silent.