The flowing clouds pass by, and as soon as the rope is dropped, the wind is as good as the water and it is just like yesterday
Who is blowing the plum blossoms under the moon in the forest?
Holding the white clothes, leaning towards the left side of the river, life is like the loneliest snow
Another decade of drunkenness is like a dream
Gold threaded shoes, walking up the fragrant steps, walking all the way to the long street
On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month in the human world, the skin is bright and the snow is roaring and the wind is fierce.
If you pat the langan, the jade will crack, and the fragrant crumbs will float again in the wind.
After losing my motherland, I still step on my horse's hooves to clear the night moon
Who is picking plum blossoms? Who is picking that white plum blossom under the moon?
Do you still remember that year when I wore my hair, sang a long song, and tested the world with my sword?
White plum blossoms, hairpins on the sides, who sings love songs under the moon
Don't you understand that when flowers can be broken, they must be broken?
Sing a love song, who will join you? The beauty is like a flower separated by water
The most beautiful thing is looking back and smiling. There is no color in the world.
Green lotuses bloom in the sky, and the grass in the distance is long and lingering.
My voice has faded and my appearance is hard to forget. The causes and conditions are endless.
I only envy you, Liang Shangyan, if heaven fulfills people's wishes
I hope we can meet each other year after year in the next life