There was a time when drunken singing was accompanied by dancing sleeves.
Once upon a time, He went down to the west building with his eyebrows lowered in shame.
When I recall it again, the ground is filled with sorrow and no one can remember it.
The bright moon still looks like it was then, but the youth is like smoke.
But forget this life and don't look forward to the next life.
A sad song only reflects the horizon.
If we say that we are infatuated with each other, it is only because of the meeting in the season of falling flowers. Thousands of mountains and rivers are also within easy reach.
Everything is as it was when we first met. The gentleness at the corners of the eyes and brows bloomed, and the faint shyness of lowering the head to smile. The moment their eyes met, this was fate. From then on, traveling across the rivers and lakes and accompanying me to the end of the world are all warm dreams that have been lost in my heart for a long time. I just hope that I will never wake up.
And leaving is the beginning of pain and helplessness. Every year the grass grows and the orioles fly, and the flowers bloom and fall. Who can compete with us in the realm of Chu, River and Han again? The long yellow sand, the war horses outside the Great Wall, only a ray of lovesickness and the distant memories accompany me to watch the empty and cool moon in the desert.
There are so many scattered lights and shadows, passing through the years with you. The fragrance of ink is still there, but the love is left for whom.
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