The spring snow fell silently all night, and the spring cold was heavy. The Qin and Jin families and countries thousands of miles away were filled with strife and chaos.
I recall the first time we met in front of Donglin Temple. Looking back today, it is already the end of the world.
The flowers bloom and fall, the clouds and clouds flow in the sky, the breeze and the bright moon accompany me, I will stop discussing the price in front of the bottle.
I wonder how long the old sorrows on the pillow have disappeared. When I wake up, the color of the smile in the mirror is like spring flowers.
The fragrant wind blows ten miles away, the smoke of the past disappears, the child is not a fish, the heart is not at peace, the Zen of knowing the fish is
Lying and listening to the river head, the world is free to see, my heart is as clear as water, empty talk
In the past sixteen years, the deep hatred has broken people's hearts. When I return to hiding, I will fly towards the end to show my sharpness.
Jade beauty disappears nine times, obsession and resentment turn into love. I don't know who will scare me when I wake up tomorrow.
All kinds of charms are just because we meet each other and live in romance. Everything is careless, but Su Yu and I are worry-free.
The sparse curtain is half rolled up and half extinguished, the shadow of the red candle is swaying, the soft couch is half drooped and half awake, the mane is wrapped around the hair and the sleeves are full.
Thousands of waves and ravines are in my chest, the eight kings compete together, and they will live up to my life, turning clouds and rain with my hands.
I lost my spouse when I climbed to the top, the sails were gone and the water flowed empty, I felt sad for the present and after parting with the old things.
The sea is vast and the sky is wide. Wherever the fish jumps, there is transcendence. The past has a thousand twists and turns. I will return to my dream tonight.
The choice is up to me. Why is it so difficult to give up now? Let's spend the whole day together to enjoy the old joy.
Sing and get drunk with you thirty-six thousand times, the bright moon and the clear breeze send us by, the blue sky and high clouds
Everything is decided in advance, not to mention who is weak and who is strong. You must let me and my son share the madness together.
The flowers have fallen into mud, but the spring has not yet died.
——Quoted from Qing Xiang's "Flowers Fall into Mud, Spring Is Still Undead", thank you very much.
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