Her name is Liu Ying, she has no father or mother, she lives in poverty without worries, and she plays the guqin freely.
His name is Ye Feng, the grand master's son, he has no desires or desires, and he has a long, elegant and elegant voice.
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I met by chance in front of the Buddha. I brought a little sandalwood and entangled it, which caused a lifelong entanglement. I would like to read leisurely under the lamp and add fragrance to my red sleeves, but I would like to visit the military battlefield far away in the temple.
The lonely smoke in the desert, do you remember that day in front of the flowers and under the moon? The sky is full of yellow sand, can you remember the time when I was outside the bridge?
I don't want to, I don't want to never meet you, you are just the one I love, where am I? You, where are you?
Her name is Lingbo, a royal princess who plays music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is favored by thousands of people.
His name is Bixiao, the emperor's direct nephew, a man of literary and military skills, handsome and suave.
The same outstanding pride, the same changing heart, recalling the childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts, and lamenting the changes in personnel today.
It's not that I don't like it, it's not that I'm pathetic, it's just that it's so well concealed that you still don't know it.
How can I express my heartfelt words? Today, can you listen to my belated admiration again?