If you lean against the Xuan window, the sky is as bright as frost. How come the destiny makes the dust fall, and the slender clouds bathe in the moonlight. I know how hard it is to carve jade, the light feathers cover the heart and the heart is cold, the piano falls silently and mournfully.
The wind is clear and clear, drunk and sad, and sleepless. However, in the depth of love, the cuckoo cries and hurts blood. Royal gold Ge, willow flute flying, pity each other. The beautiful woman holding the hand is smiling brightly, and the bright moon shines through the window.