There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and he looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos. The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time...
A girl like early summer met him by chance. The encounter between her and him was as mysterious and pleasant as the encounter between the wind and the wind. On the Phoenix stage, the sound of the flute is clear and shallow. He lowered his head and stared, but he was afraid of the pain of separation. There are so many things that I can't even talk about. The sound of the flute is still there in the dream, but it's a pity that you are no longer here. Chu Qihang, can you repay me the happiness you owe me in the next life?
Intention: When you come, it will be a wonderful encounter.