Yan Shuo Jiutian

Young and frivolous, only respecting oneself; Thousands of years of chance, one sings and the other harmonizes; Crimson pearl fairy grass, face is like beauty; Little reading of Red Mansion, the flower moon and wind and snow. Appreciating the red building again, it's like smelling jasmine; the fragrant jade is lost, looking at the garden in late spring; the flowers fade and fly, and the flowers fly all over the sky; a glass lamp, I have been obsessed with it for half a lifetime; I miss the jade and snow, and we meet in dreams; at the end of the song, we part ways, and it is difficult to see each other again. I read Red Mansions again, a few autumns later; the forest disappeared and the forest prospered, and Jia was defeated and Jia died. It is absurd, who can understand it? As soon as I go to the mountain of love, my vows are made; the snow is like the sea, and I abandon it arbitrarily; the swallows fly apart after labor, but it is also difficult to say; when I meet a flying swallow by chance, the swallow is not the same swallow; the childhood sweethearts, the love is not what they want. Second, I went to Love Mountain with Li Gang as my companion; The green grass clings to my eyes, and I want to see through it; for a year and a half, I want to renew my relationship; I have paid for the pearl, but I have not found it; I bid farewell to the United Nations General Assembly and went south again; I am depressed and joyless, and the plum blossoms are with me; now I count, nine out of ten; I want to see each other, but there is nowhere to say. Three times on the Love Mountain, there is snow in the winter; the plum blossoms are white, but the snow is inferior to plum blossoms; things are settled, but illusions still remain; plum blossoms shed tears, and white snow is flying; Hearing the sound and knowing the meaning, the snow seems to have returned home. Going up the Love Mountain again, there are dry grasses; life is unpredictable, and winter plum blossoms come to visit the church; it is the year of the Ox again, and the moon is different; I get the name of my son Yu, and I express my love and longing for him; it is a coincidence and fate, and the time has changed; we say goodbye, and we will be happy from now on. The snow has not fulfilled the wish, but the winter plum blossoms are reunited; fortune has played a trick on people, and the sea has changed; fifteen years later, the shadow of the mountain is still the same; when climbing during the Qingming Festival, the face is full of desolation; Regret for being arbitrary, things have changed. Ten years of no joy, ten years of pills; headaches are unpredictable, but plum blossoms are considerate; winter snow has no share, everyone suffers from it; after a hundred years, there will be nothing but grass; there is no concept of right and wrong anymore; I wish the snow is safe, and my thoughts remain unchanged.