Ode to the Falling Qin

A piece of music falls on the piano, half a lifetime of flowers illuminates the road, Zhao Zhaohan Guan Yue, Li Lijun's heart The fragrance of the valley comes from far away, and everyone is alone. Who can explore love and hatred? Let me roam in the Taiqing She is dressed in plain clothes and comes from Mobei in the Western Regions. Playing plum blossoms and falling, whirling and dancing, Just looking at the clear breeze and bright moon, I lived a quiet life, but I was caught in the storm of power and hatred. There is no meaning of good, no meaning of evil, Such an emotion is so far away from imagination that it was unexpected. The palace doesn't write about it, it doesn't love beauty, it's a small idea and has nothing to do with history. The female protagonist is kind, and the male protagonists are different. They are neither black nor white. If you don't like it, don't watch it. Dragon's old pit: Where the dragon plays music: Luo Qin Fu Lyricist: Xiaolou Where the setting sun flies, I look at the setting sun. I miss the moon deep on the cliff, and there are both butterflies. Yesterday's time, today's plum blossoms and piano are injured Since farewell, the dream has faded away My hometown is thousands of miles away, my sails are flying, my beauty is changing every day, my temples are like frost The clouds and rains are changing just for the sake of that day's mulberry trees No place to complain, beautiful lady farewell to Yutang Drunk in the wind, alone on the orchid boat Ling Yunzhi teaches that red sun without light Pulling out the sword, Yiyi Suying is hard to bear, and it takes a lot of thinking. It's hard to let go of the swan geese in two or three rows The wind in the willows, the ten miles of green, the rain of pear blossoms, how to worry about the rise and fall A life of ten thousand deaths, an upright life worthy of one's life Small villa in front of blue waves, hidden edge There are countless mountains, thousands of dusk clouds, countless waters, and thousands of storms. Drunk in black clothes because of his chivalry and arrogance The wind of that year and the month of today are unparalleled in the world Drunk in the wind, alone on the orchid boat Ling Yunzhi teaches that red sun without light Pulling out the sword, Yiyi Suying is hard to bear, and it takes a lot of thinking. It's hard to let go of the swan geese in two or three rows The sudden rain and the rise and fall of the beacon fire Set the storm without seeing Wushuang The water is surging, I hold my hand and listen to the fisherman's song and the woodcutter's song The waves are rustling, the falling flowers are fragrant and the flowing water is fragrant. Trial version: Long has opened a new pit, welcome to check it out: Intention: