The red lips are lit to express one's sincere feelings; the Immortal Linjiang recalls Qin E; the slow voice reminds one of Nu Jiao.
There is a sting in the grass, and the sycamore trees fall in shock. It is a melancholy in the world and in the sky.
The clouds, the moon and the earth are locked with thousands of layers of locks. Even if they come and go, they will not meet each other.
The magpie rides on the star bridge, we only see each other after many years, it is difficult to be poor if we want to leave the love.
Life is like a dream, how much joy is there?