Don't listen to the sound of wind and rain hitting the night, why not buy wine and walk slowly?
Who is afraid of the bright moon, the sound of the wind, and the singing of happy flowers? A round of oil paper waiting for the weather to clear.
The cold wind on the steep mountain wakes me up from my dream, my heart is frightened, the peach blossoms turn into spring fireflies,
Looking back at the place where my heart was broken, I return home without hatred or ruthlessness.
Red Luan flies across the sky, the relationship is sad
Even if your heart is as strong as the Tao, it will become soft when you encounter love.
That lonely breeze had to be dyed red in the world.
Conception: