Limited to 500 words, Lanting's calligraphy is like flowing clouds and flowing water
When I push the door under the moon, my heart is as delicate as your footsteps.
Too busy to expand the Millennium Monument
But it's hard to expand your beauty
Who can I give my true work and my sincerity to?
The reed flute is played horizontally, rice wine and a few dishes of side dishes are played
The afterglow of the sunset is as drunk as your shyness
It is easy to write from a copy and the fragrance of ink will not fade away
Leave a lingering taste with you
Who is circled by a line of cinnabar?
It has nothing to do with romance, I am waiting for your reply
There are thousands of waves on the shore at the stroke of a pen
No matter how you interpret the word "love", it's all wrong no matter how you write it.
But I only lack your lifelong understanding
In a blink of an eye, the beautiful city vanished in an instant
Looking back at Qingshi Ban Street, you smile gracefully
Do you hate me and shake your head and sigh?
Who made you frown?
And the purdah only leaves the smell of rouge
Ren Yannanfei turned around and glanced at you crying
How to sleep with a handful of the moon in your hand and memories
How can I worry about the tightly stitched embroidered shoes?
Complaints against each other
If a flower resents a butterfly, who will you blame?
It has nothing to do with romance, I am waiting for your reply
There are thousands of waves on the shore at the stroke of a pen
No matter how you interpret the word "love", it's all wrong no matter how you write it.
But I only lack your lifelong understanding
It has nothing to do with romance, I am waiting for your reply
Handwriting has no shame and no fear of right and wrong in the world
The rain hits the banana leaves for a few more nights
I'm waiting for Chun Lei to remind you who you love