The first plum blossoms, frost and snow, the sound of the jade flute, the green and cold sound, are hard to bear the Qing Dynasty.
Raise your eyebrows to the moon and try on new makeup, the creamy black and dark red, the tassel on the temples
It's hard to feel sad when wearing yarn. A cup of white tea. Looking at the red tents facing each other.
Love in three generations is difficult. Who would have thought it would be more unforgettable?
Speechless everywhere, this life will end in evil and chaos
Red sleeves dance in front of the water pavilion
Drunk alone, wearing a silk fan to cover up my shameful face
In the blink of an eye, the plum blossoms begin to bloom all over the sky again
Picking up the red dress, I would like to bury it next to you
The flowing clouds return in dreams at night, the snow turns into dust, and they continue to move forward. Where will the dust return?
Naihe bridge looks at the hometown and chants. Stop and gaze at the sky. The water connects the ghosts.
Yan Nanfei will never be able to fly back to its original stage.
Flowers follow, impatiens touch their fingers
Dreams come back at night, green plums and first snow fall, no matter how hard it is to pursue dreams, they will never come back
In front of Qingzhong, Yu Nishang dances again
The jade flute blows blood and finally abandons the world of mortals. I only wish to be by your side.
Even if the withered bones are accompanied by the desolate grass, I will not be disappointed in the end.