Thousands of mountains share the bright moon, smiling proudly on the top of the river and the sea. Never let a dream fly away. Cooking wine is thick, the smoke is long in the desert north, raising a glass to drink in front of the moon in Cangshan Mountain. The beacon smoke rises, the sword roars for nine days, the horse passes through the mountain and the jade gate is far away, and the weeds bury the lonely city gate. ... You said that we support the world together, and we are dedicated to the prosperity of the prosperous age and hope that the six armies are ready to go. I ask for ink and blue flowers, and Fu Jun hand-painted the bamboo pavilion with rain and flowers falling outside. I am a solitary guest all my life. So you took off your brocade robe, abandoned the world, betrayed the people, and rebelled against the country. Now that we have the harmony of the piano and the sesquito, we can look at a piece of spring blossom indifferently and kiss a spring blossom gently. Draw a brocade painting in detail and enjoy the fireworks all over the place. Break off a plum blossom and say a word of love. Share the glory of a lifetime, and the remaining flowers will fade away. Love is like flowers in the water, moon and mirror, breaking through the glitz of three lives. ....