First meeting, seems familiar
First acquaintance, deja vu
On the other side of the green bamboo, Buddha and mulberry flowers bloom, on the Naihe Bridge
A frozen moment passes by, and a pair of bright eyes melt
Cherishing each other and missing each other without seeing each other, we grow old together in blue silk dreams
Qing walked along the shore and smiled
I look at the beauty from a distance, but my heart feels sad
Tenderness abounds, two lines of clear tears, guarding Yi
Green temples and beautiful face, graceful Pingting, for Jun Yanran
The Buddha said that on the other side, flowers bloom without leaves, and leaves grow without flowers.
What do you think, we will live together till the end of our lives, a dream of yellow rice
Draw the ground to be irresistible and raise the case to raise eyebrows
Missing you makes you sick, but it's not worth being with you in life and death.
Ruler of the world is not worth talking about with Zicheng
I lean on the railing and look into the distance, seeing your faint shadow
The voice, appearance, and smile gradually become clearer and clearer.
The mountain winds around, but no white shirt is seen
Sigh softly, thinking about it
Cut the last bit of tea fragrance for you
The Buddha said: Out of love comes sorrow, out of love comes fear
If you are separated from the one you love, there is no worry or fear
Inhale the fragrance of Bianhua flowers and drink a ladle of Mengpo soup
You who handed me the porcelain bowl
How can I forget
Outside Qingmen, oil-paper umbrellas
Alone view of woman in red dress
The wedding dress is flowing, the red lips are beautiful
White teeth and moth eyebrows, the moon is shy and the flowers are shy
Your wedding clothes are like fire and you will be married to someone else's wife
Smiling face
I play the harp and chant the farewell poems
When I left, I crushed the petals on the ground.
Fosang, who has been waiting for six hundred years
I traveled all over the world to meet you
The fate is over, no one can stay together
I no longer have
I will send peace to the breeze
Where to wait for the autumn wind to blow away
Only my love can lead to the Pure Land