Drunk and lying in the gentle countryside, living a wild and unrestrained life.
Walking to the end of the world with a sword, the young man is confused in the mist.
I sigh for a long time at the bumpy road of life, my love is getting colder, and my pulse is speechless.
Drops of rain fall, beauties cry, and the autumn wind blows the setting sun.
Guizhiyue, the water of West Lake, the long love thread entwines Yulang.
When we meet, we don't know that we are a good person. We curse and make jokes, and we are like stupid mandarin ducks.
Misty Rain Tower, a gentle countryside, the tears of beauties in the mortal world, the graceful jade man's love is impermanent.
The sweet dream is filled with tears. I look at the sky and return to the boat, feeling disappointed.
When the wind blows away, the peach blossoms will fly, where will they return?
The peasants are wearing colorful makeup, the birds are wandering away, the fish is leisurely falling into the water, and the tea is cool when people leave.
Goose-yellow pillow, red gauze tent, green lanterns at dusk, and the lonely moon accompanying the setting sun.