Chanjuan is dim and dim, the night is deep, and the clear light outside the mountain is on the mountain door.
The wind is all over the mountain, the clouds are all over the sun, and the sound of tears is breaking the universe and breaking the soul.
The joys and sorrows of three lives are blown away by the wind, and no one can hear the sorrow and pain of one thought.
Leaning against the moon beside the Twenty-Four Bridge, where can I find the flute player again?
Conception: