Jiangshan Poetry and Dream

Jinse strings have been playing for fifty years, and every string and pillar misses the Chinese years. Drunk in the mortal world, I can't see endless prosperity and countless desolation. What I fear most is the confusion and infinite melancholy when I look back. A cloud of mist and rain tells all the things in the world of mortals. It can break people's intestines, especially the bone-chilling cold. The dark eyebrows and red lips are rouged, and they appear in a different song. The string that has been plucked for several lives, after the reincarnation, is just to fall in love with it again. The people are similar every year, but the flowers are different every year. The fleeting years are passed lightly, the cold and warmth are drunk, and after the laughter, it is a scene in the world of mortals. When the clouds are clear and the wind is light, it becomes normal again. How many sighs and how many wild thoughts, spring and autumn come and go in such a hurry. Wherever the geese pass, only laughter embraces the world. Hide all your heart and sorrow, keep a few smiles, throw away all the worries, and throw them into the rolling world of mortals, wind, or water, and carry them with the current. Play a song, the song will reach the end of the world, sing a song, a few cold autumn days, a glass of wine, express all the sorrow of separation, fate is destined to last forever, it is difficult to stay together. This time, the lonely lamp is just a shadow. Don't look back with sorrow before it is gone. In this life, it is difficult to have two cups, and any clear tears will flow freely. In this life, do you know that the space between your eyebrows and your heart is like an empty building? ---------- Do you remember it? Do you remember it? Before the battle, the prince got drunk and laughed to cover his tears and broke the glass of wine. Whether you remember it or not, whether you remember it or not, you stand on the wall and chase the drifting water, and the country can also make a boat. Do you remember, do you remember? The sound of empty steps in the short rain on a cold night, the lonely remaining flowers falling old red.