Blue Silk Red Dust Immortality Mirror

Spring goes and autumn comes, and the moon comes and goes, and dreams come and go from south to north. The mottled bamboos are stained with tears from Xiaoxiang, and I listen to Wu Mu's songs at the great pass. A hundred years of fireworks and warmth, ninety thousand miles of intoxicating mountains and rivers. The bright moon is a mirror of immortality, and the green hair will not change the worldly guest.