The sky is blue, the night is deep and long, the smile is wandering, leaning against the idle sun.
The beauty is dressed in beauty, the years are cold, the clothes are missing, and the dream is stranded. The falling flowers make people feel pity for them.
The imperial concubine of the Northern Han Dynasty made a marriage proposal thousands of miles away, the general gave her a wedding ceremony, and the emperors of the two dynasties were at war with each other.
Wearing a military uniform for her, by the moat, wishing for the Northern Han Dynasty, behind her is her home.
The smoke curls from the kitchen, the water flows from the small bridge, quietly telling the tears of the city.
I would give my whole world just to take her with me and travel around the world hand in hand.
The flowers bloomed and fell several times, but the beautiful woman was nowhere to be seen in the water.
Standing on the steps at night, picking up inkstones and looking into the distance, there is a huge procession of wedding guests.
The silk and bamboo are long and the tears are thousands of lines, and I am ordinary with you.
Looking back, a song of separation empties the years