Looking at Sansheng from the Sansheng Stone, the flowing water flows across the river and the moon rises every year.
I was once a guest of immortals from the Heavenly Family, and I just followed the river without leaving any trace.
Don't come. There are countless mountains in the spring moon. There is water in the spring river.
The spring rivers and mountains and rivers cannot comfort me, the spring moon is boundless and graceful in the sky.
I look at the mountains in the distance, and the mountains in the distance seem to look at me dimly.
After chasing the light for many times, the spring sorrow is gone, and the love of the years brings about in a moment.
The golden crow's flowing fire has no name, but its soul is so light with sweat.
When the autumn wind comes, the leaves fall, and the autumn wind blows away the leaves.
I don't know that the red leaves make me miss lovesickness so much that it's hard to describe the countless lovesicknesses.
When I think about it, the flying snow seems to be waiting for me, and the falling red leaves are left unpicked.
Cangshan is pitiful, the white clouds are deep, and the emotions are silent and heartless.
It is not easy to die and live again, especially if it is another spring breeze.
There are three fates on the stone of three lives, but the truth is that we don't see each other again every year?
But now the wind has made three living stones, and we have looked at each other without knowing each other.
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