Don't Dream of the Eternal Romantic Figures of the Tang Dynasty

The glory is boundless, and Chang'an is full of fallen leaves. The peony in front of the court and the hibiscus on the pond are pitiable. The flowers bloom and the beauty of the country should be ashamed to see. Thinking of Bashan and Chushui, I sigh over the vicissitudes of life. All common swallows. Walking around, talking and laughing; facing deep water, lying on high mountains; The ambition is loud and clear, and the sages are calm. Where is the peach-growing Taoist priest? Liu Lang is still handsome. The crazy songs call me crazy. Why do you hate Qingshan when you are nostalgic for no reason? .