I used to look for a good man and build my Phoenix Tower.
Flowing clouds fly past, and dust is nowhere to be found.
The chess game is broken and there is no plan, the book is exhausted but there is no talent.
The skirt is messy and the red sleeves are dancing, and the steps are drunk.
Wipe the ice and dew morning and evening, the water will be clear and cold at dusk.
I'm afraid that I won't be able to see Zhudai in this life.
Who would have thought that when spring returns, it will turn into a bright moon.
Looking back at Fang Jiannuo, Qingluan is returning.