Between the flowers and the mulberry leaves, people are separated and their hearts are separated.
In the dream, there is a vague whisper, the wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, and the snow is blowing, and the geese have not returned yet.
The geese have not yet returned, and we meet each other as strangers. The year of mourning has passed, and the dance of the sword dancers is still chaotic.
Li flowers are flying all over the sky.
Flying all over the sky, the figures are gone and the mandarin ducks are scattered.
Between the moss and flowers, where is the River of Forgetfulness.
Conception: