The world is noisy and prosperous. I drink half a glass of residual wine and my white clothes are gone. I pick up my jade flute and play a song of heavenly elegance and joy!
The rain is misty, and once the flowers in the mirror are left alone, I sigh! In the clear night, I brush my clothes and get drunk in a high place, facing the past!
You smile drunkenly, as calmly as a flowing cloud. The moonlight illuminates the cold eyes, and the mournful song is sad in the middle of the night!
Lotus flowers and water remnants are noisy, morning and evening, sad and separated. Call for wind and rain with a snap of a finger! Such a small number, how long will it last?
What can I say again? Clouds and dust cover each other, so the passing years have passed.
The setting sun reappears, the flowing water breaks the bridges and the rivers are cold, the strong wind falls, and no one returns, leaving only the past and the dreams are gone!
Ahem, bored, new copywriter! This article is specially dedicated to my dear Mr. Baozi! Little Jingzi!