I thought that love had long been left in the forgotten attic, stained by the dust of time.
Brushing away the cobwebs of time, that touch of sadness and that trace of fetters are all locked in the dusk of the past.
Like a pipa filled with resentment, it is filled with the desolation of the world after many years.
Kun Opera is like the woman in green clothes and red ruffles,
Slowly stepping over the fence of time, leaning lazily on the guarding lintel,
With that thin, lingering, gentle, and long-lasting Shuimoqiang, he narrated the thousand-year resentment in one breath.
Inadvertently, the softest place in his heart was touched by her so easily, and he was filled with tears and rain.
When you brush your sleeves, lower your eyebrows, and chant oh, there will be a wisp of fragrance that hits you.
It seems that the fluttering clothes and the swaying folds of the skirt are filled with that faint sadness.
The lingering sorrow and resentment has the fragrance of lilac and the melancholy of raindrops,
It was reflected so beautifully in my heart, lingering like a foot of fragrant ink and beauty.
The clothes are fragrant, the shadows on the temples are fragrant, the flute is playing quietly in the throat, and the faint fragrance is faint,
The reverberation of that ancient meaning actually fell into an incense scroll in the world.
"Like flowers and a beautiful family, the years pass like a fleeting time."
Time flies by and life grows old easily. Who can afford to pick up that glory?
I can't help but look at it, my temples are stained with frost flowers, and I'm haggard at the end of the world.
Sometimes, a person's life needs another person's footnote to be complete.
For the sake of gratitude just once, even if I have to wade through three thousand rivers, I still have to drink this scoop alone.
Sit and watch, the breeze is cool and the moon is light. When the water reaches the bottom, the wind and clouds calm down.
It's just that, after seeing all the red rain, it's heart-breaking dusk every year.
Like a clear song that has been euphemistic for eternity, after thousands of turns,
The flower in the afterlife dyed red by bloodshed,
Wait quietly and open your eyes.
Even if you are helpless, you can't compete with the vicissitudes of life.
Staring across the clear stream.
It seemed like the sound of the past life, and when it was gently touched by a delicate finger, it curled up gracefully.
A song that is shocking and heart-wrenching.
The prosperity of the past has just faded into a desolate scene. Is it worth complaining or lamenting?
The misty waves are misty, and I walk through the mountains and rivers.
Just like the peonies in the Tang Dynasty, the beauty in the Song Dynasty was like an endless resentment and a sorrow that could not be expressed.
Green sleeves and red makeup, a dream in the garden, that infatuation is deeply rooted in the world of mortals.
Just wait, there will be a moistening rain in the future...