White silk gauze, blue silk hair, your eyebrows and eyes are also picturesque. In a trance, we looked at each other, speechless, and our hearts were numb.
Eternal moon, Fu Shaohua, that moment, become an instant, the passing years, turn around, tears are falling like rain
Holding the pipa and playing the sound, so close yet so far apart, looking back in the sky, a prosperous and prosperous age is like an epiphyllum.
Red cinnabar, Zhuo Fenghua, alluring face, chanting Jianjia, peach blossoms are gone, turning around, lonely noise
The night is cold and empty, the long scrolls of mountains and rivers are dull, but they are also yellowed, weathered by history.
You, my life's concern, hoarse, turn into yellow sand in the sky before the flowers and under the moon
The vicissitudes of time, the country remains picturesque
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