Even though eight hundred years of wind and rain have shattered the old mountains and rivers.
Even the pavilions and pavilions cannot be broken.
Traveling with the waves for thousands of miles, which one is you along the way?
Act together, singing joys and sorrows.
A cricket swims in the boundless waves, and the lone moon shines brightly in the bright sky.
On the other side of the star river, the light falls and the fireflies fall.
Luo Yin is not a forgetful person, the white jade in the stream is even clearer.
Who will comment once the curtain falls?
Intention: love