Where the clouds rise, the rivers and lakes are far away, hand in hand and bridle together. Looking at each other under the peach blossom tree, it used to be.
The supreme love, the supreme intention, the utmost care. We drank half a cup and went back, looking forward to meeting again.
Turn on the light and watch the sword tonight. Chasing the heart and chasing tears, the pot is empty, and the drunken eyes are filled with dust.
When trying to pluck the music from the injury, the place where the heart is tied is the beauty of the beauty and the pin of the white clothes.
The cup is empty and the wine is sober. Standing in the wind, the green mountains and green waters are still gathered together. Lean against the building and listen to the singing of the phoenix flute.